} holding on to yesterdays

you can try to hide away
from every drop of rain
thats hanging over you
and you can say its all a waste
lost your time and space
theres nothing left to lose.
like a broken angel on the ground
like a symphony without a sound

turn around

everything you are
everywhere you've been
the sinner
and the saint
that fight the battle within
every place you go
everybody knows
shadows fall across the sun sometimes
shine

you are gonna shine.

in the mirror of your soul
i know that you know
you are not forsaken.
open up your weary eyes
and realise
its a trip we're taking.
and the world will turn around again
and your shattered heart is going to mend

in the end

everything you are
everywhere you've been
the sinner
and the saint
that fight the battle within
every place you go
everybody knows
shadows fall across the sun sometimes
shine

you are gonna shine.


i wish you'd give yourself another chance.

the only mistake you ever made was giving up on yourself.

i wish you could smile again. all i see is misery in your face. when you try to put on a smile, thats where it hurts the most.

everything is so plastic.

2005-04-27, 8:23 p.m..
before } after


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