From the heart to my soul,
My world is feeling cold,
I look from behind closed doors,
Threw the open windows.
To see all staring back at me.
My life is gone down the path of no return,
All those hurtfull words,
Tend to burn threw my skin,]
Down to the bone. Why Just why
must i live this life alone.
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 4:15 PM UTC
From the heart to my soul,
My world is feeling cold,
I look from behind closed doors,
Threw the open windows.
To see all staring back at me.
My life is gone down the path of no return,
All those hurtfull words,
Tend to burn threw my skin,]
Down to the bone. Why Just why
must i live this life alone.
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