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by Genna May 17, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Your blood, like red wax it drips staining my white t-shirt matching my lips your eyes are glazed like an old china doll so innocent and young your life i stole.. a bird squawks in the distance the flutter of wings wakes me from my daze a mobile rings the sun is rising the people will come someone will help me, help me fix what Ive done i didn't think it was you, i thought you were one of the others i was wrong there you were one of my brothers the gang abandoned me you told me to beware i hadn't listened i didn't realize your life was the fare