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by FountainsOfBlood Jun 14, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I wait. There she comes. Wash away my harmonic words Self influencing vocals shall return Cause here she comes again. I listen. There she speaks. I am drowning in such memories - Her own and mine, of suicide Cause there she goes again. I cry. There she attempts. I try to bottle my pain but it smashes And she is lying in a heaven somewhere. Cause there she's left again... And I wonder what happens to me tonight