domingo, 27 de junio de 2010

My prison




Dreaming about something strange
I loose my self in my own illusion
trying to become a dream in life
wishing never have to open my eyes again

sometimes I find you in my mind
and we love in our different way
I believe it’s not just another dream of mine
but I wake up and can not see more than my fucking life

walking without to know where I am
I try to Draw my perfect world
Where I don’t need more than you to smile
And this pain I feel is just easier to hold

Loosing my self in my own illusion
And trying to fall asleep again
My mind it’s always my perfect prison
Where my only option is to keep dreaming and wait for the end..

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