She Asked The Question [&&] Prepared For The Breakdown. . . =[

Faded Images That Burn At An All Time Low. . .

. . . But Its Alright Soon Il Just Be A Faded Memory Of Some Girl You Used To Know
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The Scars I Put On My Wrist Are A Visual Insite To The Scars You Put On My Heart . . .
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The Unspoken Stabs My Heart But The Tears Are Denied

I watch with blured vision through eyes that swim in salty tears the blood sprays across my wrist as i fall broken to the floor
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As The Days Go On I Fear What I May Become, What I Am . . . To You Il Just Be A Faded Memory Locked Away In The Back Of Your Mind . . . To Invisble To See To Lost To Hear

& I'm starting to think i should go and jump of the tallest building and prove everyone right because its getting to hard to keep trying to prove everyone wrong =[

Headphones in, music up loud
in hope it drowns out my own tears that youve caused </3 =[