Post by Broken hope on Mar 21, 2005 21:14:36 GMT -5
With-in a riddle.
With-in a rhyme.
Caught in the middle,
Of death and divine.
Between misfortune and grace.
Between love and hate.
Buried with-in our haste,
all because we couldn't wait.
Between life and death we know,
it's with-in our hearts we hold ourselves.
The answers were too true.
The questions are all we knew.
Circling the drain it seems.
No one can say what they mean.
In the world where everyone lies.
Self deciet is everyones crime.
Alone is what you know you are.
Happy is what you never can be.
Alone with all your friends.
Happy is not what you are in the end.
With-in a rhyme.
Caught in the middle,
Of death and divine.
Between misfortune and grace.
Between love and hate.
Buried with-in our haste,
all because we couldn't wait.
Between life and death we know,
it's with-in our hearts we hold ourselves.
The answers were too true.
The questions are all we knew.
Circling the drain it seems.
No one can say what they mean.
In the world where everyone lies.
Self deciet is everyones crime.
Alone is what you know you are.
Happy is what you never can be.
Alone with all your friends.
Happy is not what you are in the end.
IT TOTALLY ROCKED!!!