times are changing, things are breaking, but superglue always held hearts together. old times present, or dreams waiting to kill. you tell me which sin is better. ill ask for a broken throat please. you never kept your heart beating so why keep the blood flow intoxicated? things never seemed so good, when no one bothered to ask. you never thought about it, or even bothered worrying. other than the abuse your mind defeated you with. or the strength of heart wrenching love. or was that plain passion. no, more blank passion. it never felt so bad to be alone.

memories + dreams