Number 11

by xX Toxic Cure Xx   Oct 14, 2004


It seems that I'm not what you want me to be
When you look at me, I'm just not what you want to see
Too dark, too sad, too alone
My face grim, voice in a low tone
Too much black, too much blood
My heart was ripped out and thrown on the floor with a thud
I'll change for you, because thats what you want
I'm always in pain, but I'll never come up to you and confront
Just remember every time you see me smile
I die a little more inside, every little while

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