blank title, by lost in my own confessions |
the feelings are numb no words to speak skin scratched to the bone your appearance has changed you're now invisible to all you think you're gonna die for all of the lies you have told but luckily for you you're now uncold they have found the real you and they like who you are |
Posted: 2008-01-03 20:47:44 UTC |
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