torn to shreds in agony. your words peirced me. | |||||||||||||||||
| this is my therapy. | |||||||||||||||||
| you look into my eyes. you see my feelings has changed and i feel for you no longer. to me you would be as dead as dead would be to me. DEAD! | ||||||||||||||||
| look at you now. | |||||||||||||||||
| through one choice made. all choice is gone. and i see them through ice glazed eyes. invisioned there will, to never crack. now these hands are tied behind a broken back. | ||||||||||||||||
| love gave me the wound. | |||||||||||||||||
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through these fingers of panic. all that i see is what used to be. | ||||||||||||||||
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