||[Feb. 26th, 2007|10:01 am]
Who am i, I don't know.|
Who are you, You won't show.
When all I know is the hand you throw,
Whats more important,
the cards or why you showed them.
So in the end the days go fast
So quickly my future becomes my past
Waking up to a man in the mirror
who looks nothing like I remember.