Oct 11, 2004 13:16
Sadness because he did not call
Madly beating fists against the wall
Voices in my head
Shadows in my bed
I wish i were dead, I wish i were dead.
He came to me at night
Held me so tight
Promised to always make it right
Then it was daylight
And he was gone
NO RIGHT JUST WRONG
Your sincerity is a sin
You make good in goodbye
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