There Looks, by A Dark Cloud On A Sunny Day Subscribe to rss feed for 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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