2003-05-10 23:02:16Robbie

Psychotic Slavery

Feel the freezing cold
When you walk out of my world
The sky turns from gray to black
And the stars shine no more

May I keep my memory of you
And all that I lack
Then I can stand up from here
And not to wish you back

But

What you brought to me
Is what I can't leave behind
What runs in my veins
Won't vanish with the time

Place my loneliness on the moon
I guess that makes me feel better
Face my mad, sad, helpless mood
Every drop of me tastes bitter