The anger from a fierce creature biting through my soul
The fairytale I use to know will soon now turn to stone
The pain of what i physically feel no fight for in my head
I live alone they’ve broken free the monsters beneath my bed
Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 12:15 PM UTC
The anger from a fierce creature biting through my soul
The fairytale I use to know will soon now turn to stone
The pain of what i physically feel no fight for in my head
I live alone they’ve broken free the monsters beneath my bed
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