Cry into your hands and ask for my sympathy if you can, its too late to turn around, so you fall once again and hit the ground.Silken hair and sunlight smiles, ragged mess, all in a pile. I hold your hand you run away. I hit you once and then you stay. Take me away, take me away. Its the last day of my misery. You tear your eyes out,break your skin, call my name and we'll begin again. Its the last day, the last day of my misery. My love.
8:12 p.m. - 2004-03-09
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