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by Baine Willows Jul 27, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
I know the truth about heartache I know that every sweet word was fake That touch that thrilled me Now would kill me My life in your hands Heart buried in the sand You held my gaze You walked away For me, you say No God to pray I will comply My eyes will dry I trust you still You and your thrill Now I know the truth All of it is thanks to you I sit and wait No will to hate You gave me wisdom This game is not done