June
Wednesday 5 January 2011 photo 1/1
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''I wrap around the red band, to hide the scars on my hand
I could be better off searching for a lover, instead of running off searching for cover
The trails of hate they still linger, heck you can even see them on my finger
And I'm to frightened to go to bed, cuz who knows if I'll end up dead
I can't handle a single day, cuz I always have to pay
And I wonder why I feel so sad, maybe it's because of the paradise I never had''
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