I could fill a thousand pages, telling you how i felt, and you still would not understand. So now I leave, without a sound, except that of my heart shattering as it hits the ground
In ThE Rhytm Of Life . . . We SumTime Finds OurSelves Out Of Tunes . . .
But As Long As There Are Friend Like U To Provide Melody . . .
Muzik Plays On . . .
Its Easy 2 Enclose r
See In Drop
Bt
Its Rather Tough 2 Ctrl
d Ppl''s Tounge
Dont Bother Abt Ppl
They r Here 2 Talk
Not 2 Solve Or Share
Sorrows & Grieves
