Rufio217
07/21/03, 02:08 PM
It's not really done but it's what it is...
On this old paper napkin
I confess my tears
Like a knife in the heart
Staring back at an empty reflection
Taking a walk inside my head
Not knowing what I'm thinking
Or about to do
This is the end of me
Wondering...
Where the tangled web of lies ends
And the new one begins
Wondering...
Where I'll find myself
Or if I even will
Wondering...
What happened to
Those days you felt so alive
The blue sky bleeds and fades to black
The bright flourencent moon travels
Leading me to you
And your web of defeat
But it's to late to run
I'm already caught
And wrapped in my cacoon
Waiting for you to kill me slowly
And let me drain
And leave me wondering
Wondering...
Where the tangled web of lies ends
And the new one begins
Wondering...
Where I'll find myself
Or if I even will
Wondering...
What happened to
Those days you felt so alive
On this old paper napkin
I confess my tears
Like a knife in the heart
Staring back at an empty reflection
Taking a walk inside my head
Not knowing what I'm thinking
Or about to do
This is the end of me
Wondering...
Where the tangled web of lies ends
And the new one begins
Wondering...
Where I'll find myself
Or if I even will
Wondering...
What happened to
Those days you felt so alive
The blue sky bleeds and fades to black
The bright flourencent moon travels
Leading me to you
And your web of defeat
But it's to late to run
I'm already caught
And wrapped in my cacoon
Waiting for you to kill me slowly
And let me drain
And leave me wondering
Wondering...
Where the tangled web of lies ends
And the new one begins
Wondering...
Where I'll find myself
Or if I even will
Wondering...
What happened to
Those days you felt so alive