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by kelsielaroche Aug 19, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I'm wasting away, On each and every word you say, How come I'm not loved as much as you are? I'm holding on tightly, I'll never let go, I think I'm going mad, Just slightly. And we talk like we've known eachother forever, But our hearts don't feel the same, I'll walk around unnoticed. I'll bleed dry, And think slow, I'll cry red tears, And drink some more. I want to scream. Erase my dreams. Falling faster behind. I'm losing my mind. But just slightly. I'll bleed dry, And think slow, I'll cry red tears, And drink some more.