Friday, June 03, 2005

:: the fiction we live, pt 2. ::

You might be just what I need,
No I would not change a thing.
Been dreaming of this, so long.
But we only exist in this song.

The thing ; is I'm not worth the sorrow
And if you come and meet me tomorrow.
I will hold you down, fold you in,
Deep, deep, deep in the fiction we live.

I break in two over you,
I break in two and if a piece of you dies -
Autumn, I will bring you back to life
,
Of course I see you, I do.



From Autumn To Ashes - The Fiction We Live.

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spoken. at 2:32 AM



"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."