Where did they go, where are th finer things in life,. the things we never knew and never cared to have?. We had each other, everything we'd need... There was never a time you'd turn your back on me.
And as soon as it came it was gone, taking more than it gave.. What else could we have done?. False hope and our weakness lead us on and on and on. comforted by a constant fear we raise our voices, no one hears..
It seems like I've been here one thousand times before. One thousand times everyday and I still beg for more. Not far from here I'll find myself. But time is the distance from that feeling.