Friday 6 April 2007

She sits in her corner singing herself to sleep
Wrapped in all of the promises that no one seems to keep
She no longer cries to herself , no tears left to wash away
Just diaries of empty pages, feelings gone astray
But she will sing...

Til everything burns

While everyone screams
Burning their lies
Burning my dreams
All of this hate
And all of this pain
I'll burn it all down
As my anger reigns
Til everything burns

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

خدايا مگذار به رعايت مصلحت حقيقت را ذبح شرعي کنم
سحر جان تمام رنج ما ادما بخا طر همين يه کلمس دروغ
اي کاش مي دونستيم که اونقدر فرصت جبران نيست
پايدار باشي دوست خوبم
از نظرت هم استفاده کردم

Anonymous said...

در طلب نباش از دست خواهي داد
طلب نکن و بدست ار
مهر يار تو خوب

little urchin said...

حق با شماست . دروغ بزرگترین گناهه

Anonymous said...

Well written article.