Your bitter words are poison to my ears.
Your self pitty is a load off my back.
Your hatred burns the ground you walk on.
I turn my back and leave you to bleed.
Oct 27, 2011
Oct 27, 2011 at 8:56 PM UTC
Your bitter words are poison to my ears.
Your self pitty is a load off my back.
Your hatred burns the ground you walk on.
I turn my back and leave you to bleed.
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