Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Strangers in a strange land


You're right
You Understand and ride with both hands
Worrying is the breathing that you need
So there wont be far to fall
Things that are supposed to mean lots
My lips they are as cold as my clay
My breath is heavy and strong
Bet you know this
Bet you noticed
Bet you know which is why
I should know better than everyone could
You always stay
Too hard to fake it,nothing can replace it
Soon as i let go
Everything falls apart
Something falling like dust
As you know
The stain will not go