Saturday, December 23, 2006

Gave Away My Heart To The Rushing Wind

I think I should hold my tongue, just for a few weeks more.
Then I won't ever bother you again.
And believe me, I'm the one who has to bear all the consequences and suffer whichever way I choose to end this, not you.
You never have to.

It has never been harder for me, but you don't know that.
And I doubt you ever will.

When flowers gaze at you
They're not the only ones
Who cry when they see you