Nov 08, 2005 13:14
This place is a prison
A place where I live without living
A place where I breathe the dust of others left behind
I can see the outside
I remember its warmth
But luck isn't on my side
and I can't go back
When your eyes are dry
Then come with me
and look upon the sky
you'll see
What made this prison for me
Was more than anything else true
More so than anything else I could do
It wasn't me, it was you
(its a toughie to comprehend, I apologise for that)