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A memory lasts forever,
never does it die...
The day after yesterday,
is certainly today...
Numb, cold, tattered and torn,
you were the person i once adored...
She said she was sorry,
i said yea thats fine...
If i die i wanna die like this,
i wanna feel the warmth...
This isn't a poem about occasions that haven't...
its about the youth of today...
I woke up,
on the floor...
If i die i wanna die like this,
i wanna feel the warmth...
She said she was sorry,
i said yea thats fine...
Numb, cold, tattered and torn,
you were the person i once adored...
A good friend is like a shiney penny, |
I may be your friend, |
Dont hold me in your eye, |