telirium Posted August 21, 2007 #1 Share Posted August 21, 2007 there, over yonder, in the brush a memory its hard to hear the audio feedback the side effects of gun play this memory is old decayed, it sits like a lonely child left out in the rain cover it up with the new live the life you've wanted live the dreams that have been neglected you think they know you running running from what? a nightmare? this memory is still old it pains you follow the ladder then you will find peace Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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