Friday, January 16, 2004
My thoughts are cold
This sure seems old
Serenity is always a goal
History is a nasty pill
That I will refuse to swallow
How could this be allowed
Take my apology
I don’t understand your biology
The love that turned into a tragedy
Tragedy that become a majesty
Hard to believe that after all this time
Nothing has changed and I am still in line
It’s hard to avoid strife
In a heart broken life
This sure seems old
Serenity is always a goal
History is a nasty pill
That I will refuse to swallow
How could this be allowed
Take my apology
I don’t understand your biology
The love that turned into a tragedy
Tragedy that become a majesty
Hard to believe that after all this time
Nothing has changed and I am still in line
It’s hard to avoid strife
In a heart broken life
