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by Ryan Feb 25, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about death
You don't want me, that I barely accept, but I know through your eyes, I'm just like the rest, I know you don't love me, the way you love him, the only thing left of this rose, is the dead and tattered stem, tonite this head is torn and severed because of you I'm No One Forever.