T-blog

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Erase me

Fake me
Let me touch your hand and die
Stay in the centre of my life
and leave with smile

Erase me
so that I can help you fly
then I can say I lived for you
justifying myself

What a fool of me
I know I couldn't die
at least more than for a while

and that's what I can't stand