Sunday, January 28

01:44 am Sunday morning

You only see what your eyes want to see
How can life be what you want it to be
You're frozen, when your heart's not open
You're so consumed with how much you get
You waste your time with hate and regret
You're broken, when your heart's not open



Now there's no point in placing the blame
And you should know I suffer the same if I lose you..
My heart will be broken..

1 comment:

Keivan (pronounce K-vaan) said...

Hi...I love that photo with the frozen leaves and blurred traffic lights in the city. Is it on purpose that your phoblog and weblog are seperate!
BTW, thanks for the comments...cheers (in england means thanks!)...k1