all alone day or nite all alone in the light of right all alone in the blight of the nite all alone in the streets, all alone with no one but my gun, with a bullet that it shones, in the nite a shot is heard and in the nite it screams, a little gastly girl is seen splashing water on her jeans a tear soaken face that is shone a thousand tissues that have been blown holding a wound i wish to heal, if only it would seal this fate i wish to teal oh if it wasn't so real a little gastly girl is seen splashing wather on her jeans, wish that he was here in his imbrace she would be safe and all of her fears would dissaper all of her cry's to the nite, would soon be at wits end .. and sun shine would be like a lime again , sour light in a blight it is in the nite that i might dissaper, hide in the shadows of death , on the roof tops that i trust till iv' run far again this little gastly girl i must trust , in a storm of dust i guess i must live in the blight of the light silver winds that blow and silver winds that show a silver wind that knows in the nite i am right and a little gastly girl is seen splashing water on her jeans the embrace that she forsaked , she now wishes she could make some one to hold her tight in the nite but in the light he is gone , as she wishes she could too .. to be with him is her only mistake ... because you see this gastly girl is me ...
BuLL_ShEEt_BoX · Sun Mar 12, 2006 @ 12:13am · 0 Comments |