Less and less and less have become
of once were endless dreams and promises
Were you left to think alone
Were you left standing swept aside and weeping
When all that's left
is a memory of what was there
spare me the tears and pity
Runaway runaway till everything goes numb
Were we really made to fly that high?
or did we just made it that way
Only to find our feets slowly touching the ground
less and less of what was there
Did reality caught up with you
or did a landslide brought you back away
Away from the choking sensation of what we had
Away from the alchemy of feelings we never knew before
Swept aside
Crashed and empty
Less and less have become
of what was before endless
We should've never flown that high
Sunday, August 6, 2006
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