Thursday, December 13, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed
If I touch a burning candle
I can feel no pain.
If you cut me with a knife
It's still the same.
And I know her heart is beating,
But I know that I am dead.
Yet the pain here that I feel,
Try and tell me it's not real.
But it seems that i still have a tear to shed.
If I touch a burning candle
I can feel no pain.
In the ice or in the sun
It's all the same.
Yet I feel my heart is aching.
Though it doesn't beat, it's breaking.
And the pain here that I feel,
Try and tell me it's not real.
I know that I am dead...
Yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed.
I can feel no pain.
If you cut me with a knife
It's still the same.
And I know her heart is beating,
But I know that I am dead.
Yet the pain here that I feel,
Try and tell me it's not real.
But it seems that i still have a tear to shed.
If I touch a burning candle
I can feel no pain.
In the ice or in the sun
It's all the same.
Yet I feel my heart is aching.
Though it doesn't beat, it's breaking.
And the pain here that I feel,
Try and tell me it's not real.
I know that I am dead...
Yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed.