Put to Rest Once More
| I'll get sleep Regardless of if the rain will poor It's fitting Everyday moving more I've emptied The place of light is behind closed doors Carrying aging pride & boring leans Nothing makes your life worse than it getting better Nothing makes your life torn like changing weather I'm not me but I'm more like me than ever before I wash my face but still my eyes are ever so sore Been making.. Life lead me closer to the face of the Lord I'm taking but what I've been given was the worst last words Nothing makes your life worse than it getting better Nothing makes your life torn like changing weather I'm not me but I'm more like me than ever before I'm not me Will the raging inside put to rest once more? | ||
| 2004 Piemerica-Incorperated-Eternally | 11/22 | Written by Emperor MAR November 22, 2004 |