Moments of truth when
Everything starts to fall apart.
As I lay here,
Gazing up at the stars;
As I get ready to drift off to sleep;
I wonder about life and love, in the darkest hour of the
Night. Are we ever gonna have peace, in this world?
So as I lay here wondering, in
Time, we will have peace in the world, again, someday.
The time to sleep
Has come and gone; in
Each hour...
Week...and month, I stay up later and later.
Oh nostalgia, what are you doing to me?
Running from this
Lonely world--- Please
Don't give up on me.
Feb 8, 2011
Feb 8, 2011 at 2:10 PM UTC
Moments of truth when
Everything starts to fall apart.
As I lay here,
Gazing up at the stars;
As I get ready to drift off to sleep;
I wonder about life and love, in the darkest hour of the
Night. Are we ever gonna have peace, in this world?
So as I lay here wondering, in
Time, we will have peace in the world, again, someday.
The time to sleep
Has come and gone; in
Each hour...
Week...and month, I stay up later and later.
Oh nostalgia, what are you doing to me?
Running from this
Lonely world--- Please
Don't give up on me.
Seasons of Change. <3
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title from a Simple Plan song, and idea from Jon London.
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