Apr 11, 2005 12:25
She always weighed me down, but afraid I might need her, I dragged her around (it's always best to keep close sackcloth and ash in the whitewashed town)
She wore that phony smile on her face, I guess like a bandage on a wounded place
while I kept the keys to every old lock just in case.
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