As the days are passing by
You keep thinking, "was that all"?
Some many words said, yet so little done
Walking aimlessly, wondering;
"How did all end into this"?
All that is said and done
Full of regret
Forget me, forget about me
Buried deep down underneath
Wishing for a chance to start over
Hoping it was all just a dream
Maybe one day in the future we'll wake up
We'll dance and sing
We'll hug and kiss
Living like there is no tomorrow
Drown our sorrows, wash them all away
Maybe one day
Please forgive me for never saying good-bye













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I love StS! Yet know very few people who actually know them, other than through me *sigh* then again, I suppose I don't hang out with the doom-crowd much, heh. ...not much with any specific crowd, for that matter.
Either way, I like it. Although sad, I suppose that suits the atmosphere of the music (assuming it is, in fact, StS. It'd surprise me if it wasn't).
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Demon to some, Angel to others..
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Reality is like a dream; you never know what's real
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Heard the song Plauge Of Butterflies yet? Over 34 minutes of pure StS goodness. Marvellous track
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Demon to some, Angel to others..
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Reality is like a dream; you never know what's real
Proud member of [link]
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Demon to some, Angel to others..
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Reality is like a dream; you never know what's real
Proud member of [link]
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