Packing Up The Memories In Cardboard Boxes As Though They Never Existed |
This Story Is Like A Film Almost Like A Dream Surreal Is What It SeamsMet For Four Days and Fell In LoveMoved Far Away On A SaturdayLost In A CityLost and Now Broken HeartedThere Is Nothing That I Can...
Posted by Flourecent Adolecent on Wed, 11 Jul 2007 01:09:00 PST |
Packing Up The Memories In Cardboard Boxes As Though They Never Existed |
This Story Is Like A Film Almost Like A Dream Surreal Is What It SeamsMet For Four Days and Fell In LoveMoved Far Away On A SaturdayLost In A City and Broken HeartedThere Is Nothing That I Can DoThe B...
Posted by Flourecent Adolecent on Wed, 11 Jul 2007 01:15:00 PST |
Shot By The Crossfire of Your Wounded Heart |
My heart it feels like rain
Pouring out the same old pain
Is there nothing I can say to you?
There is storm brewing
The thunder always renewing
And a kiss from you is enlightening
The thought of being...
Posted by Flourecent Adolecent on Fri, 25 Aug 2006 03:11:00 PST |
Im Not A Lyricist I Just Write Songs |
This Is A Song Lyrics I Wrote 4 My Alevel Music Piece What Do U ThinkBy My SideIf I Were There , And You Were HereWould We Still Be Together Or Torn Apart By A Love Thats Always HiddenIn The DarkI Wr...
Posted by Flourecent Adolecent on Mon, 29 May 2006 03:22:00 PST |
