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by Flea Jul 5, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
She comes to me and acts happy Inside I know that something is wrong Bandages lie over her scars where the blood was drawn I see imaginary streaks where the tears ran down her cheeks If they were not wiped and hidded They would be a river so strong With never ending pain Flowing so so far away She needs it but she doesnt want help There is nothing or no one she cares about You can't go to someone and build that great dam To put an end to your hidden fears To put an end to her hidden tears...
by goot
thank you bub, i am so greatful for you. always will be. love you like a glove loves a hand, coz the hand gives the glove reason, life and meaning. i like gloves