22 December 2009

The dark turned to us




i promise, it will change, before i drown
in the deep deep sea of hate





when i woke up
the kids were being quiet
i knew it was a dream right away
i called the limousine company



softly, softly
i miss your tender voice



style
style
style?
style



and the history books forgot about us



i hear in my mind all of this music
when it breaks my heart
no thank you no thank you



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