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by justhere May 19, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
Your words the cut like knives sharpened, ready to kill your look it hurts like hell knowing that she cant look back your touch stings with pain because it means nothing to you your voice its beautiful and set to kill your pictures hard to look at with each memory they bring your memory our memory gone with the wind my fear of never speaking my mind never again to let you inside the truth what i feared what came out the lies what kills what she will never forget