With this said

by logan   Dec 17, 2007


With each new day
As the old get grey
And the young get old
My heart stays cold
Again I'll never feel this way
I lie when i say I'm okay
Because she was my love
She must of came from above
But she stole my heart
She Riped it apart
I'll never be the same
And with this said
I hide in Shame
And wish I was dead
And with this said
I'm gone...

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