truce, by Shnu |
i don't see the point i don't see the use coz the devil in me we've made a truce he has my mind my body and soul i have what's left a gaping big hole trapped in a dungeon no windows or light no strength left to struggle no strength left to fight the devil and i we've made a deal i surrender to him but i don't have to feel. |
Posted: 2005-01-23 23:35:46 UTC |
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