the death of my dreaming has led me to this. filling nights with watered down memories. i fell asleep in the sun, i woke with the stars in my eyes. im letting my hair fall out around my feet. i guess this hate is finaly getting to me. tragic music on the radio, and im humming softly to myself.
waking up sometimes with the moon light in your eyes you realize your outside in the rain fear and vulnerability wash over you saturating you with secret doubts of survival and somehow your sex drive dosent matter to molly very much anymore
i took it all off the walls all these sofficateing dreams and when im done ill have the memories of this three years have past and now im comming back i had plans with you but a wish was shed and truth was revield a faded photo on the wall
my diamond memories will never fade with each breath i take another moment passes cold clouds of white mix with my halo of curls and color mix with the green of the grass mix with the blue of the sky until there is nothing to see but white standing alone with nothing to keep me warm standing alone to mark the place where you stood with me