They all say you don't exist, they all say its not...
But your silent screams will still persist, in...
I've been kissed by an angel,
My dreams have all come true...
I'm so sick of pretending,
That every thing's OK...
I'm sorry that i told her,
I'm sorry that i care...
A choice of life,
A road of death...
You can tell your lies and fantasise but in the end reality will still be there |
My friends are my extacy, they give me my natural high, i get withdrawal symptoms if im not with them |
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