Waiting on my destiny, Learning from my abilities. Who was wrong and Who was right and Do we even know why we are fighting? So take your eyes off of me And look upon the churning sea... Rusty strings on my old guitar, Speaks volumes of who you are. So never did I think it was you It was me, one of the chosen few... Who will it be, oh the next time? Hopefully one with more sense of mind. Where did you go? Always will be, The story of you and me.
Posted on: Wed, 14 Jan 2015 04:33:32 +0000