All my dreams have withered and died.
For this is the truth I can no longer hide.
I was left with nothing but the thoughts in my head.
And the painful memories, of sorrow and dread.
I hear all the voices form the mistakes that I’ve made.
All these regrets that I have long age paid.
Pain dwells where the eye cannot see.
A broken heart, a broken love.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 6:00 PM UTC
All my dreams have withered and died.
For this is the truth I can no longer hide.
I was left with nothing but the thoughts in my head.
And the painful memories, of sorrow and dread.
I hear all the voices form the mistakes that I’ve made.
All these regrets that I have long age paid.
Pain dwells where the eye cannot see.
A broken heart, a broken love.
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