IRC-Galleria

I used to wish that I could fly, spread my wings and fly away.
I'd cross my fingers for a day, wishing for a better way.
So take my hands and take me away (burn, liar).
I'd close my eyes and even pray, wishing for a better day.
Coming home to addiction inside, it was always on my miserable mind.
Witnessing your addiction (through my eyes) inside your mind.
It was always on your fucking mind!
I used to pray every day, wishing, wishing for a better way, but nothing
Fucking changed.
When nothing changed, I lost my faith.
Praying, praying for a better day, everyday.

WITNESSING YOUR ADDICTION! YOUR DEMON DANCE RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY EYES !