Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Memories dried and scabbed.


(because we not far)
You don't know the torture.You don't know the pain.Loving what you can't have.Is drive me insane.
I'm dangerous, I pull away.You're dangerous, so keep your distance.Still you run through my veins and there's nothing I can do.
I'll be waiting, waiting for you Meet me in the, in the next life .
I still can hear you screaming.I still can see your eyes.
Believing in your love for me.As you watched me die.so now we've gone our own ways.
Your scars show on your hands.Mine show in my eyes.

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