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by Casey* Aug 15, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Fix this Doll, She lays alone; waiting for you, to bring her home; Fix this mind, that wonders away; waiting for you, to come home and stay; Fix this feeling, in my head; the one that wants you, to turn up dead; You still cant fix me, and you never will theres too much blood, let it out, its such a thrill.