Nov. 08, 2010,22:34
It's Too Late
we are all made of lies
even the stars, even the skies
even the stars, even the skies
even the birds
singing their songs
even the trees
do not belong
we pretend to begin
but don't know
where to start
we guess that we end
like the blood
through our heart
even the grass
making our lawns
even the sun
shining our wrongs
know that we are all made of lies
even the moon, learned how to hide
we are all too late