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by --SlIpPin_AwAy-- Apr 2, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I wish that I could tell you, How I feel inside. But I know you wouldn't listen, So I am forced to run and hide. You don't know what its like, To have all of this pain. You'll never understand, Why I like to stand in the rain. I don't want you watching, Me stand there and cry. I don't want you knowing, That I want to die.