Mirror

•mei 16, 2010 • Geef een reactie

And while the mirror reflection shows me
All the things that may pass me by
I choose to stand alone and wonder
If they will pass me before I die

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He’s just a passing shadow on my mind

•april 28, 2010 • Geef een reactie

And all of my shadows grow taller than trees,
And all of my good means nothing to me.