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by Sammy Nicole Jan 7, 2010 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
My temper starts to rise, My hands start to shake, My eyes start to water, When I feel your embrace. Your like my only drug, My only sweet escape, When I use you, I just want to drift away. The glass has broken, The wind starts to blow, The sky gets black, As my temper starts to grow. The whole world stops, When i hear you call my name, You make me want to use you, Is that really insane?