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Thursday, December 04, 2008 @ 11:13 PM
Isn't this pain, guilt enough? I can't even look out the window, without seeing reflections distorted in the sun And the pain hits me like gunshot And I'm heading on the way to the floor, I hear his name and it kills me Oh, bottles up, bottles up, bottles up And I'm trying my best to hurt me He says it's never enough A razor to the wrist for each unshed tear, cough it up, drink it up, drink it up |
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