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by Lance Hardy Jun 12, 2011 category : Sadness, depression / other
You see them when you sleep The shadows left so deep What will you do with your life What bloods left on the knife The whispers there behind Speak baffled, yet true they hide Where else but there they run To the front, to say I'm done The truth is for all you pray Blinded, day after day You'll ask that there'll be a sign In the end there's none left behind No use for anything more There's nothing left but the score Stay down for the next minute But they won't quit til you quit it