Wednesday 20 August 2008 photo 1/1
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Would she hold me, if she knew my shame?
I'm suffocating under words of sorrow
Her fingers running through my hair, but it's all just fiction
The clock is ticking, my heart is bursting through my chest,
And now I'm crying, the tears are pouring off my face
I never thought that this is how I'd hit the floor
All these things I hate revolve around me
Torn apart at the seams and my dreams turn to tears
I'm suffocating under words of sorrow
Her fingers running through my hair, but it's all just fiction
The clock is ticking, my heart is bursting through my chest,
And now I'm crying, the tears are pouring off my face
I never thought that this is how I'd hit the floor
All these things I hate revolve around me
Torn apart at the seams and my dreams turn to tears
Annons