The screams all sound the same
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
You're gone, gone, gone away,
I watched you disappear
All that's left is a ghost of you
Now we're torn, torn, torn apart,
there's nothing we can do,
Just let me go, we'll meet again soon."
I watched you disappear
All that's left is a ghost of you
Now we're torn, torn, torn apart,
there's nothing we can do,
Just let me go, we'll meet again soon."
Went timbre with Shirleen yesterday, and while talking to one of my old favorite friend, I realized the cold hard truth that I've always wanted to deny, I lost myself. When I look at her, and I look at his amazing life without me, there's nothing left to blame.
Maybe I should stop wanting.
