Sunday, May 3, 2009

Disease

Would you hear me if I called your name
Would you hold me if you knew my pain
Can anybody help me make things better
Cause this broken heart heals no more
And these tears don’t fall anymore

As I dig for understanding like a heartbroken miner
All I get is some sorry one liner
Now I’m wondering how my dreams turn to despairs
As a trickle of red flows slowly down
From these wounds echoes my inner pain
The pain that finally felt like ecstasy

Life that was just a delusion
A world of fantasies
Well happiness is no longer the illusion
My life the new disease