segunda-feira, janeiro 01, 2007

In my time of need


I can't see the meaning of this life I'm leading
I try to forget you as you forgot me
This time there is nothing left for you to take, this is goodbye
Summer is miles and miles away, and no one would ask me to stay


And I should contemplate this change to ease the pain
And I should step out of the rain turn away

Close to ending it all, I am drifting through the stages
Of the rapture born within this loss
Thoughts of death inside, tear me apart from the core of my soul
Summer is miles and miles away, and no one would ask me to stay

At times the dark's fading slowly, but it never sustains
Would someone watch over me In my time of need
Summer is miles and miles away, and no one would ask me to stay
Opeth

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