ª|-- Theatre of Dreams --|º

Thursday, November 11, 2004

one thing, i don't know how
it doesn't even matter when you look at it now
cos when i designed this rhyme i was scared of it all,
scared to fall, i hadn't even tried to crawl
but i was forced to run, with you mocking me
stopping me, backstabbing me constantly
remembering all the times you fought with me
watch the clock now choke full with hypocrisy
but now your mouth wishes it can inhale
every single little thing you said that made things fail
every single word you sputter just to get your peace
but it doesn't really matter to me
cos from the start to the end, no matter what i pretend
the journey's more important than the end or the start
what it meant to me would eventually be a memory
of a time i tried so..hard

rocked on at 11/11/2004 06:56:00 PM