Dec 08, 2004 23:17
We too feel alone, we too, feel alone.
That place in my mind, is that space that you call mine.
Where have I been all this time?
Lost in slightly fatal decline.
I've been waiting for this to fold,
But the pieces are only as good as the whole.
Sever myself from my own mind,
Cut up the only thing that was right.
What if I never saw you again?
I'd die right next to you in the end.
That place in my mind, is that space that you call mine.
I won't let you walk away,
Without hearing what I have to say.