Opinion's

I can't open myself up to anyone I can't believe in anyone at all
and I can't see anything the light that shines is disappearing, soon it will be gone
unable to open myself up this is my weakness, my past
I can get what I want, yet if I do, the kindness I'm holding onto will slip away
the typical answer is when you die, you'll be reborn, come back again

my heart is shuttered, soon it will break apart
stifling my tears, I laugh day after day
my heart has shown me that believing is nothing
those hypocrites killed me

my heart is shuttered, soon it will crumble away
stifling my tears, I scream day after day
my heart has left me with a belief in strength
my own heart killed me

Feeling's

The lukewarm raindrops cause a deep wound, even to the innocent

a lie is born
and somewhere the lie becomes something else

someday, all the words, this day and everything else will get buried in the mistake
I hold dear to me, the blue and pure memory

My hope fades away from the angry tears
even the strength to live...
in a fit of passion I go crazy with grief
and so, I pray to the setting sun

burning from the inside
crying with pain
you can not save me

the lost sense of geneosity from the angry tears, is
the love given to me as I am born
the reason for my lost heart,
Must be my own weakness...?


it is the proof of sadness, caused by absolute justice

In the lukewarm rain which does not stop...