In the Past

by Broken Lullabies   Feb 9, 2007


Why do I still think about you when I put you in the past
Or was that just a thought I had
You're like smoke from a cigarette killing me slowly from the inside
Everything I do reminds me of you
I see your face when I close my eyes and it just makes me want to cry
You left scars not just on the inside from what you make me feel
And my blood drips as these tears fall
And it just makes me want to die and kill you with all the lies

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