coolness of august
spring fever never came
warm bodies turn to cold
as winter hits our skin
coldness of him
you make me sick just like a fever that cant be cured
warm bodies, rush in
you come to take my innocence
as you hit me
I become a victim
who is now trapped
A bird with clipped wings
You take everything I love
leave me with nothing
My family blames me
when it was your fault
I am the bad guy
Im the monster no one likes
Truth is Im the victim
to a horrible scene
that no cop seen
I scream inside
hide outside
I need help
but you silence me
I am broken
Sssshhh...
it never happened
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 12:15 PM UTC
coolness of august
spring fever never came
warm bodies turn to cold
as winter hits our skin
coldness of him
you make me sick just like a fever that cant be cured
warm bodies, rush in
you come to take my innocence
as you hit me
I become a victim
who is now trapped
A bird with clipped wings
You take everything I love
leave me with nothing
My family blames me
when it was your fault
I am the bad guy
Im the monster no one likes
Truth is Im the victim
to a horrible scene
that no cop seen
I scream inside
hide outside
I need help
but you silence me
I am broken
Sssshhh...
it never happened
this is something im going through (please comment) if you had the same thing happen to you or like it -thank you :)
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