viernes, noviembre 10, 2006

Blue

Siting in the edge of my mind,
Starting to feel the cold breeze we all feel,
Shaking my head not to become blind,
And playing with myself, now I won't try to steal.

And I face the mirror once again,
This fight I try to escape to,
Trying to change everything in vain,
And realize, that I never felt so blue.