I cannot rinse this pain, Away... The past can't ever drain, Or fade... But things are going to be, Fine... In your eyes, if you can't see, Mine... I live for the promises you, Break... You'll never know I truely, Hate... The lifetime I sincerely, Keep... Realizing my future is merely, Bleak. When tomorrow holds all but, Hope... And you persuade me to cut, Rope... And tie it to this inside, Shelf... And save this smile for my, Self... |
Monday, September 21, 2009
Self - 2/21/05
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