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by samantha May 2, 2008 category : Love, romance / lost love
Pressure builds on me as you let go of your sanity plz help im calling i thought you would protect me somehow then again, i suppose if i wanted that id just get a dog you used to be my light in this darkness i cant see but people. yes those prissy people tell me its surrounding me building layers as love turns to hate your love seemed so warm but now i realise it was only because i was so cold and when they beat me down you picked me up, spun me around and told me it would be better somehow well i see now all people are liars and all liars were people once go back to your mad house and ill go back to my prison so both of us will finally be where we belong as rose buds die, new flowers bloom but those thorns are just as prickly as they were when you saved me from my tomb