There Looks, by A Dark Cloud On A Sunny Day |
There looks Go through me Like a blade I take it and get control I run it across my wrist My sight begains to fade What have I done Where have I gone Past the line Cant go back They see the marks They begain to freak Lock me up In a room To Be Con't Later |
Posted: 2006-01-03 19:26:51 UTC |
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