November 2008
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left We all fall down like toy soldiers Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win But the battle wages on for toy soldiers I'm supposed to be the soldier who neve
I hurt myself today to see if i still feel. I focus on the pain, the only thing thats real. The needle tears a hole; the old familiar sting, try to kill it all away, but I remember everything. (Chor
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