Untitled (Part 2)
By PHATwriter
wonder when that day will come under the fallen sun though high waters bring an ancient fling of summer and the snow i miss those days my friend of old snowball fights and sniffling cold i thought we d be friends forever id thought we always hang together i guessed we live the longest lives and play guitar and ride bikes all day long forever more t o my house or the store no one could catch us we were to fast even if u slowed so i could pass i miss those days more then before i miss those day that went out that door a door of darkness a door of fright entering a brainwashed night how many friends were here before entering the darkened door even when your in the room you pretend that i`m your doom id say hello for love or spite into this brainwashed night i guess it was me all along i made me sing this song a song of sorrow a song of fright glistening in the brainwashed night if i could go back into that day the day u finally got away i think that i would say please kid don't go away Written February 12th, 2002 © on Feb 12 2002 01:44 AM PST 0 • 1
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"wonder when that day will come under the fallen sun..."