Cara
12-12-2003, 11:33 PM
From the moment of my birth
To the instant of my death.
There are patterns I must follow
As I must breathe each breath.
Like a rat within a maze
The path before me lies.
And the patterns never alter
Until the rat it dies.
To the instant of my death.
There are patterns I must follow
As I must breathe each breath.
Like a rat within a maze
The path before me lies.
And the patterns never alter
Until the rat it dies.