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by crying and dieing inside Apr 1, 2007 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Who is this mystery man he seems to understand me of he i am a fan to him my words run freely who is this mystery man of whom i want to meet can he be in a band behind him is his fleet who is this mystery man of course its you not my love, damn my words are true who is this mystery man i wish he'd disappear be buried by the sand its he i do fear for this mystery man is not a mystery he is my past, my history i tried to shake him free but he seems to want to follow me till the end of my dying day i want to say this mystery man of mine no one will find