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| Healing the Damned; idk...? | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 10 2006, 04:47 PM (98 Views) | |
| Clawing_At_My_Wounds | Nov 10 2006, 04:47 PM Post #1 |
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I wanted to tell you how much it hurt How many tears I cried But you only laughed like it's a joke You think Im niave? you think Im imature? Please, don't excuse my existence, pretend Im not real I feel every blow, every word you say And yet you laugh like Im the punchline Don't tell me Im worthless Don't call me a child Ive seen so much more then you will ever imagine If Im so niave how the fuck could I see right through you? You think you own me? You think I hang on your every word? Well, I no longer hear your pathetic lies I only feel the emptiness in your eyes So hollow yet filled with confusion I know your every desire I know who you are You try to hide behind your words Try to make it all go away Try and make me feel so small It's growing so old, soon They'll all see they'll feel your weakness just as I have Smell your fear, and see the truth Your sleep is coming to an end It's time to change what youve become I'll lend you my wings, help you to fly Don't expect me to be there if you fall again Once you're healed and sober, I'll be nothing but a memory |
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