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by Tara May 15, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / other
Lying in the dark Thinking about the park About the last thing you said It's running through my head Back and for I drop to the floor Trying to get you out of my head As i sit up on my bad I see the blade So i payed I payed for what i did or soon to be done Because the closes thing to you isn't me its the sun. I thought about what happened And what was said And its fcuked my head My scars are unseen to the naked eye So i thought fcuk this that day i died by me :)