I would rather rot alone...
Regret is a needle in my neck It's slowly filling me with poison Spreading to my chest Take my pain and numb me from this ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Why does it always seem...
That our truth is really a lie?
And when you finally realize...
That it is too late to do anything.
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Than spend a minute with you ...
tainted with love · Sat Nov 24, 2007 @ 06:55pm · 2 Comments |