The forgotten one
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The days are long , and the nights i never see
Isolated in my cave , surrounded by empty echoing rooms
Life was once adventurous ,
Until friend became foe
is it a crime to speck ones mind
At least in my cave theres no whispering voices of backstabbing or pain
Still its strange ,
the only noise to be heard is , an aging heart losing the will to live
by tim wallace
thanks in advance
be brutally honest
Isolated in my cave , surrounded by empty echoing rooms
Life was once adventurous ,
Until friend became foe
is it a crime to speck ones mind
At least in my cave theres no whispering voices of backstabbing or pain
Still its strange ,
the only noise to be heard is , an aging heart losing the will to live
by tim wallace
thanks in advance
be brutally honest