Reality is fabricated, life is what we make it, all mortal men will reach their end that pleasure can't be taken, with opened eyes nolonger blind my soul shall now awaken, like rising tides from moonlit nights I know you're bound to hurt me, All shadows hide in morning light the night again deserts me.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 9:42 PM UTC
Reality is fabricated, life is what we make it, all mortal men will reach their end that pleasure can't be taken, with opened eyes nolonger blind my soul shall now awaken, like rising tides from moonlit nights I know you're bound to hurt me, All shadows hide in morning light the night again deserts me.
