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by StandStill Apr 20, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
She's slipping under reach for her hand let her fill you with pain that's what she demands But oops- too late she's already so gone a beautiful sunset but never a dawn Two dimensional fog screams air into her lungs but she has nothing left to say and her song goes unsung Clean, cold silver shoots through her veins rise, live, fall repeat again Hollow words are written they never mean a thing a numness fills her body no razor blade to sting "I've become so numb i can't feel you there.." ~Numb- Linkin Park