15 May 2007
I guess it's time I run far, far away, find comfort in pain,
All pleasure's the same, it just keeps me from trouble.
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
I've heard what they say, but I'm not her
You whispered in my mouth
And I spit you words right back
How good do you think I'll look
When the words start to break and crack?
I never thought I'd die alone
I laughed the loudest whod have known?
I traced the cord back to the wall
No wonder it was never plugged in at all
I took my time, I hurried up
The choice was m
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