there she stands the silloet of a thousand hungry days, and nights.
eyes peirce through me, perfection reflects on silver water.
and still i cant help but remember the way she looked, the way we were.
it seemed so reckless to be in such abandon.
never did we think we could fall,
days and months and years ago. now
we suffer these memories and burn away in gasoline,
we loved each other, so we hurt each other.
there she stands the memory gazing in the silver stream
what she sees reflekts what we were then...
living for the moment, caught in each others glance,
just to close to touch, but to far away not to love.
flames kiss paper, and razors bit our flesh.
we wanted what we never had. but got what we thought
we could never get.
but now we walk our separet ways.
we can never be again.
we can never be in love, again.
