Wednesday, January 2, 2008

run from your dreams, they turn into nightmares

A new year, a fresh start.

Starting with broken dreams,and a broken heart.

"it will be better this year"

I'm ready to leave here, but I was ready for that from the start.

Our goodbyes kill me in my dreams.
I wake up hollow, they feel real every time.

You think I can do better, well I can't do any worse.

You are my biggest fan, I am my worst enemy.