Trapped inside my own head.
My own heart.
You cant imagine the pain I hold.
The lonely-ness.
The empty-ness.
My soul is molding.
Decaying in the summer sun.
Washing swiftly down the drain.
Delaying damage that's already done.
Drowning in a flood of summer rain.
Dec 8, 2009
Dec 8, 2009 at 8:08 PM UTC
Trapped inside my own head.
My own heart.
You cant imagine the pain I hold.
The lonely-ness.
The empty-ness.
My soul is molding.
Decaying in the summer sun.
Washing swiftly down the drain.
Delaying damage that's already done.
Drowning in a flood of summer rain.
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