seven

• sunny day real estate parcasi olarak bir donem hayatimi sarsmistir;
  
  sew it on. face the fool.
  december's tragic drive
  when time is poetry and
  stolen the world outside
  the waiting could crush my heart
  the tide breaks a wave of fear
  and brave songs dissapear to the secret
  voice of dawn this last time
  raise my eyes. you'll taste it in time
  the right words in time.
  the mirrors lie those aren't my eyes
  destroy them raise my hand
  reflected in savage
  shards a new face a
  soul reborn.