I am a memory Once lived through, but now no more. A memory, that is what I am. Like fragments of another; The dust that floats around — Had they suppressed me? or mold them to what they are? Perhaps they’ll leave a sigh at my door, finding my faded scent...
I am simply nothing but a memory Once lived through But now.. No more
The demons are after me, Endeavouring to dwindle all my super powers Enshrined in my soul. But I, I reconcile fragmented pinions Powered with world of words, dreams,love and hope, Now no malign souls, Aren't after me, As I have turned myself into a fire, My pinions into a universe, And my soul, A rebel.
You are never clear with me about What it is you want. I always have to guess. Is this just a game to you? Is my heart a play thing; somewhere for you to make a mess? Or maybe it's a dream meaning It's all made up And I should wake up.
I want to Give you All Of me. But I gotta know You want me I Gotta know you Need me Know that You can complete me.
I'm ready to become Whole again
Bits of my soul, Fragments S h a t t e r e d by senselessness.
blacked in sin.
I need my peace back. I don't like to ask But I hate to guess I'm wondering - Can you be that?