I Try, by taylor wenderoth Subscribe to rss feed for taylor wenderoth

I try to hold the secrets away.
I try to tell them no.
I try to make it all seem fake.
But they all already know.

They know im here.
And they know your not.
They know I love you,and you do not.

My angels speak.
But so do the deamons.
They give me different answers.
Die on.
Die slowly.
I hope the pain kills.
Posted: 2010-07-27 19:49:51 UTC

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