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Published: 2006-04-28 17:47:27 +0000 UTC; Views: 48; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 3
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I can't forgetI can't move on
The walls are painted red
As I keep listening to the same song.
I laugh at you fools
I try to peel the paint
What has been done left me scarred
My heart beat grows more faint.
Oh the scars, the scars
Lets rip them off too
If more appear
I'll share them with you.
You don't want my scars?
Then what is your part?
You coward, you're weak.
You dare not to speak
Just please remove this knife from my bleeding heart.
Whats' done is not repaired
I understand if you're scared
This could have been prevented if someone had cared.
Declared, Declared.
'Dead she be.'
What? Who is dead?
Are they speaking of me?
But how.. can I be dead
If I can still see?
So here I am
Chipping away the red.
This fucking paint is tormenting me
Which doesn't make sense if I'm already dead...








