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by rick Nov 21, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about death
The words cut the heart, I remember pretending they didn't hurt. It was a long, long road, And I am just tired. Tired inside, Tired in the heart. An endless green field, and a clear blue sky, I wished I could have been there with you, But I am asleep, And no scream is ever gonna wake me up.