To Her Point

by Tasha   Oct 20, 2006


I can't get you out of my head.

Lying on my bed.

Soon I will be dead.

From all the blood I bled.

Because of all the words you said.

Then gave up, just fled.

All the words that lead.

To all the pills that were feed.

All thats left is red. -

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