I'd listen to the words he'd say, But in his voice I heard decay. The plastic face forced to portray All the insides left cold and gray. There is a place that still remains: It eats the fear, it eats the pain. The sweetest price he'll have to pay. The day the whole world went away.
Audra Connolly · Fri Aug 06, 2010 @ 03:12pm · 0 Comments |