Friday, December 15, 2006

 
Traveling I always stop at exits
Wondering if I'll stay Young and restless
Living this way I stress less
I want to pull away when the dream 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?

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