I feel a new beginning.
Here's to hoping and wishing.
Praying and dreaming.
Here's to a new kind of pain.
Scars that aren't bleeding.
The broken that is healing.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Skylines of Beauty
Frisco's got a melancholy that's lovely.
Hollywoods' lights don't shine like the promise of their movies.
And New Yorks' street aren't at all clean in reality.
A dreamers naiive courage make-believes skylines of beauty.
Smoke to hope. Drink to play. Dying to eat but living for glamor.
All so unattractively unfulfilling.
Hollywoods' lights don't shine like the promise of their movies.
And New Yorks' street aren't at all clean in reality.
A dreamers naiive courage make-believes skylines of beauty.
Smoke to hope. Drink to play. Dying to eat but living for glamor.
All so unattractively unfulfilling.
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