This story,it started with you,known or unknown..
But its end is with me .
A story,as beautiful as fairytale,as cruel as destiny..
A story with so much pain,and such little joy to give .
Yet the only story left to live in time..
It's our story..
Time pulled the strings and gave you one end..
To see,if you would weave a beautiful dream,or would continue to destroy..
But it took the choice..
No matter what,good or bad,you cannot destroy your own barn of wool,
Left to weave..
Smile,as end draws closer..
No matter what you decide,it's our story..
The story of life and death..
Of time and fate..
Of heart and soul..
Entwined with mind..
