HELP

by angelwolf   Jan 4, 2006


My fealings i do hide
Oh some where so deep inside
I push and press
The bottle i will stress
Help, is something i scream and say
I try to stay
We all run and play
Then one day the bottle breaks and falls to the floor
But they already run out the door
So i cut and cry
They never stop woundering why
They say they got it worse
But oh, the feelings are a curse

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