lyrics to my favorite songs, mostly, and i love to write as well. so. . .yeah.
I wrote this so long ago. It doesn't make sense anymore. >.<
How is it his memory can come back? It haunts me, I'm tired of listening, listening and doing. It's like a curse. something I can't control, But i can. He tells me, I listen. So what if i do it? What's the worst that can happen? His voice is like satin. Soft, black satin. His heart bears no such comfort. It's like ice; cold and hard. That's why i'm scared of what he can make me do. . .