Killing Me, Killing Me, by The Independent One.
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I can't do this anymore.
Doesn't she know she's killing me.
How could someone bear so much hate.
After all the things we know,
all the thing we've been through.
I've given it all that i have,
all of my heart, soul, and emotion.
It's finally come to this.
Doesn't she know she's killing me.
She won't care, not now, not now.
Here i am, hanging by my last branch.
Doesn't she know she's killing me. |
Posted: 2006-11-15 01:35:35 UTC |
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