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by Child of God May 29, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / other
You're older than me Yet I cover your eyes I wont let you see Instead, i lie You don't see my tears You don't feel my knife For quite a few years This has been my life You don't see their words Scratching at my spirit You heard from a bird That I hurt from it I deny it all All she's saying Then suddenly fall Into spiritual pain Labeled " cutter" ...Ouch