Downer
In me you'll see
Dirt flows freely
But you may find
That my thoughts are unkind
Pure life needs knife
Cuts off my life
But as you see
Hurting you you bless me
I always wanted to cry
After the act
Close my eyes
I always longed for the deep
Then I just wanted to sleep
Blood stream cruel dream
Never make clean
Down by my side I feel safe when I hide
So can you see that the thought are for me
Text: Emma Anderson
Posted by robert at November 10, 2003 10:16 AM