Here I sit
Head in hand
Feeling so alone

I hate that day
The anniversary
Of the terror I felt

Please make it go away
Just take away the past
Because I want to forget

Those bastards caused this
They did this thing to me
They don't suffer like I do

The 24th of July is coming
And I want to hide away
To break down and cry

Then, when I come here
When I write my words
I know I am among friends

copyright Chris Smith 2010
 
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