memories are killing me
no joy no hope
memories of great times so sad
loss of lust and love
memories drive me mad
all mixed up fucked up
nothing is separate
just the things i can touch
and the memories that fade
what is the point of living
when you already know the reason of dying
the feeling of dying
and doing it over and over again
without love
what is the point ?
waiting for the world to end
because there is nothing i can do
memories haunt me
longing for me to be
nothing more than a memory
memories of great times so sad
loss of lust and love
memories drive me mad
all mixed up fucked up
nothing is separate
just the things i can touch
and the memories that fade
what is the point of living
when you already know the reason of dying
the feeling of dying
and doing it over and over again
without love
what is the point ?
waiting for the world to end
because there is nothing i can do
memories haunt me
longing for me to be
nothing more than a memory
19 okt 2008
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