Pain, by WittrR
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My eyes are always glued to you
Tape up your mouth and your scribble out your lies
Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone
With the fire extinguished in your heart
It is ablaze in my eyes
With our body language unanswered
You are FAKE!
This isn’t the life you wanted
Choose your path
Somewhere to break you down
As it sets me free
From the shackles of your reign
As the road leads to a dead end
Turn around on the back road heartache
I would rather waste my life
In desolate worldly obscurities
Than having to remember you for one more minute
One more minute in hell
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Posted: 2011-05-08 06:29:19 UTC |
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