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on the verge of falling


we're falling apart,
i wish i could save you,
but you kept everything to yourself,
you know that i tried to make things right,
but it all never seems to work out,
we're on the verge of falling down.




Wednesday, March 18, 2009

here i am behind these empty walls... the silence of the early mornings...
i sat and ponder my thots to something which ive longed been waiting for it to be answered... the hustling of the hollow winds and the cracking sound of the fallen leaves sweeping on the surface of the concrete road...


i read the lyrics from our unfinished song and i came to notice somethings... its true, its all true...

Fantasies,
A dream may never be,
Without you by my side,
I’m hoping through the night.

I pray to god,
We’ll never fall apart,
And never in my life,
I’ll have you for the start

and every story begins
will come to an end
life will move on
only memories remains

and i hope its a dream....

im being confined from myself and i need to break free...


A Recollection Of Memories...








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