bearing my painted hopes
i wish i could reach the sky
praying in a certain form of remorse
but my prayer is like a dying song
He's into poetry again. He hides his smile once more, gazes at the sable parts of the room and wears his black shirt again.... He's in a state of dreary, plunged into desolation. He stares at the picture of memory and puts his thoughts running again.... He is looking for something. He wonders and lays on his bed, works hard to deceive his sentiments but the tick tocks keep increasing....
Still Running In The Acid Rain
bearing my painted hopes
i wish i could reach the sky
praying in a certain form of remorse
but my prayer is like a dying song
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