The Missing

by Sammi   Feb 25, 2007


Look;
we cry tears of hate
that should never state
that we actually could ever hate you.
she'll hold you close
i can promise you that
and as soon as you love her
she turns back into that
the runaway love
your too shy to listen
she'll sing you a song

"mrs. I'm The Missing."

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