Mar 29, 2005 15:22
This all needs a break from you.
But I'm used to it.
I fear that I am just an end
So you've made a mistake
But I'll be the victum in arm.
Screaming in days
And I'm still writting you the letters
That I'll never send.
I've died inside
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