Think

by oh the tragedy   Sep 4, 2004


She hates the feeling when i talk to her
she hates how i say i miss her
she hates it.
It was when i was everything to her
now im nothing to her. I'm just like a beautiful sound that just suddenly died out to her
so ill leave her be.give her peace
Cause that's what i really need

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