The true words of a sweetheart

by jenny   Jan 25, 2007


Start layering your clothing
This scene is getting cold
Our death has finally come
Some say time will heal the pain
with us time is an essence
so keep packing up those memories
in the yellow city bags
Eventually the constant
screaming in your mind
will slowly fade away
Soon enough I'll Be another stranger.
Just a face in the crowd
Sorry sweetie you're gonna die alone.

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