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by LIGURE Feb 1, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
Sweet days were over All the risk are getting harder With my broken lips I'm lonely, I can't speak I sing but still alone I'm not hidden bit still unknown I'm not pity but I was hurt I'm clean but my mind was dirt Somewhere a crying lady still exist With her red shinning cheeks Can't stop her emotions Can't heal her with those poisons She's dying She's suffering She was haunted by the darkness She was broken and hopeless She was trap just like me She was killed just like what I did We were both weakening We were both bleeding