Friends don't do what you do
Contributed by
dark_angel_babay
on
Wednesday, 21st May 2003 @ 08:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
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No more control, than denying,
I'm lost in my soul,
through with your lying,
A pillow placed beneath my head,
I need my rest,
otherwise I'll soon be dead,
the shallow oceans,
the rivers that ran deep,
I cannot move, I cannot drink, I cannot sleep,
my memories remind me,
of what you did to me,
those words you said,
they still dance through my head,
I lost myself in the pain of lite,
I'm gone now,
I am self ignite,
burning slowly,
spinning out of my grasp,
I'm running farther,
from the pain that lasts,
All I want to do is die,
But what comes out,
Is nothing more than a weak cry,
I lie there on my bed,
Not sure if I'm still breathing,
Not sure if I'm already dead.
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2003-05-21 08:05:00]
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