In Hiding
It has been hours,
hours to to days,
and days to months,
eventually years.
Ignoring to hear,
holding down with tear,
Hiding from her
Raging with fear.
Everything will be good,
Everything will be fine,
Something will burn your mood,
Crying inside u'll find
I missed you,
i really do.
You're lying,
who do you think i am?
"Pardon we while i burst, into flames, i got enough from the world, and its people mindless games, so pardon me, while i burn, and rise above the flame, pardon me, pardon me, for never be the same" Pardon Me - Incubus
Friday, December 31, 2004
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