So many sleepless nights,
so many nights I had to cry myself to sleep,
so many **** times,
that I wish I could hear you say that you love me,
So many things,
So many places,
I put on my trinkets and things,
Every day's a new face,
And It always seems to be for naught,
But you are back, so I won't rot,
In my hell, this cage I'm in,
But now I can keep calm the beast within.
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 12:54 PM UTC
So many sleepless nights,
so many nights I had to cry myself to sleep,
so many **** times,
that I wish I could hear you say that you love me,
So many things,
So many places,
I put on my trinkets and things,
Every day's a new face,
And It always seems to be for naught,
But you are back, so I won't rot,
In my hell, this cage I'm in,
But now I can keep calm the beast within.
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