Jun 27, 2004 00:49
I'll paint my skies with grey until i come to believe the truth about you. My memories of happy times now all just seem to be make believe. In my charade I believe I fooled myself best, for i dont even know the answers now. Why my insite candles burns with such fury tonight, im not sure.
...but i believe i should be seeing the thruths which i never wanted to believe.
It's so hard to see whats right in front of your face.
..and it passes so much easier if you dont look for a future and move on from your past.
some things which hurts the most inevitable give us the best pleasure in the end
I need to remember that tomorrow...
I need things to be different than today...
...I need something to look forward to....tomorrow
I need to make it worth tomorrow.