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by Smeagol Aug 30, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Well he's walking, and he's talking On his black mobile phone,... and I'm crying inside I'm dying i cant live this alone he keeps me from love he keeps me from drugs,. he keeps me from the kinda things i need to knoe,.. and everyday is one day closer every breath is one day longer i haven't quit,.. he keeps me from love,. i cant even run,.. the drugs will find a way but still this isn't home and i wanted and i needed i thought he was a tin god ,.. and he lost it and I'm bleeding and i need some drugs i thought he was my hero he lies just like a rug,... the rape wouldn't make him turn his love just went away my mother left his side hope I'll see her soon one day he hates my love he turns me down he takes the love that i just found and he stomps it away it could be worst at the least,.. forget it,.. get revenge on the Savage beast,..This is a song i wrote,,i liked it...