Charlotte Tracey · Jul 8, 2012
Drama

I hold on tight
But I’m losing my grip
This isn’t right
You’re making me trip

I can feel the gaze
Of your frowning mask
Somewhere in this maze
That I hope doesn’t last

Your black hole is too strong
It’s pulling me in
This is so wrong
It must be a sin

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