Flames to dust, lovers to friends.
Why do all good things come to an end.
Why do all good things come to an end ....?
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Honestly, what will become of me? Don't like reality,it's way too clear to me.But, really, life is dandy.We are what we don't see,we miss everything daydreaming. Traveling, I only stop at exits. Wondering if I'll stay,young and restless living this way, I stress less. I want to pull away when the dreams dies. The pain sets in, and I don't cry. I only feel gravity, and I wonder why...
Flames to dust, lovers to friends.
Why do all good things come to an end.
Flames to dust, lovers to friends.
Why do all good things come to an end.
