Friday, October 23, 2009



I'm starting on the final page of this fairytale
Where we roam the streets and laugh till we die
And the graves we dug, never left,
Where we keep running till we finally fall right in.

If I'm your shining prince, then where'm I bound?
If you're my lovely bride, then where's your gown?
The church bells are crying,
I don't know about you, but my uneasy heart tells me we'll be late.

A gravestone marks the end of our sinning path
Where our lonely hands are cold and the soil is our only warmth
The others pass and step on over past
The tomb carved with two words:

Goodbye Friend.
Goodbye Friend.
Goodbye Friend.


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