A silhouette stands still.
A cactus on a warm summer night.
But the rain falls cold
and the moon shines bright.
Black as night.
Cold as ice.
Warm as home.
Ready to live.
Stars they shoot.
In a clear.
Across the sky.
As does my time.
Waiting, wanting, feeling, emotion.
Crying, breaking, loving, nothing.
Clouds swallow the moon, and I'm alone,
thinking good times, and why'd they go?
Breaking down, breaking away from me.
Falling down, breaking away from me.
Fuck.
lol, còmo mola el ojo o:
Avenged Sevenfold *_*