måndag 9 februari 2009

this is so me

I was raised from a broken seed, I grew up to be an unwanted weed.
Ever faster the time exceeds me, little harder again to remember you.

Held a torch for you, when lightning stroke me, once again ,hope I died for the last time. Only one I have a thing greater than you, little light on the sky every night.

Morning dew on the field,where I met you. I was frozen a year, couldn't get through.
Got a sign not a scar on my shoulder, I am not quite the man you take me for.

Fell in love with the weakness within me. Tried to force me the Ring and own me.
Guess you found what you'd think would oblige me, little version of me to consume you.

If only I could tell you everything, the little things you'll never dare to ask me.

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