Burning Out[Thats me, smouldering in the corner, i'll be burned out soon]Burning Out
A friend once told me; That dreams are the only perfection. The only time where everything, Everything can be perfect. I've been driven to a point, The point where that's now true, With all my kicking, screaming, Rebelling against the thought. You've made me lost, scared.
Bewildered I stumble, Across this barren landscape searching, Searching for the pieces that were once Me. The very same pieces you threw Threw into the depths, Of heartache.
I am, the guy, in
TBS and MCR at the Carling Acadamy
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why don't cha visit my gallery
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