Where things were once about fate and parallel universes, they are now about luck.
Where there once was a lover, there is now a friend.
Where there was once affection in your voice, there is just impatient hesitation.
Where there once was a lover, there will never be another.
This place is no more.
2 comments:
Whipped, when had better worshiped
Stoned, when had better atoned.
If you play Near To You by Fine Frenzy while reading this, it hurts. :)
Opeth still kicks ass though.
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