jueves, 27 de septiembre de 2012

Trail of Grief

Mister, I cannot read you
Your eyes are clouds of mist
Well well, how can I heed you?
I wish you did not exist.

Uncover me

I hail to see
Your mystic trail of grief

It's funny how my heart feeds

on overload
It will never lead me through
I am just too old

For this game

I bear to see
Your mystic trail of grief

Uncover me


Uncover me

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