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.. ( sing me a love song to your dying world ) ..

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she walk on egg shells lost in fear

 

//

 

Oh she

 

In her dying world

 

•

 

She writes to a lover who ain't never there !

 

 

He didn't want to die with her

 

She doesn't have the will to love

 

So she just pretends

 

And writes her poems for imaginary friends

 

 

In her dying world

 

 

;:;

 

 

Oh yes

 

 

On egg shells !

 

Playing games impossible to win

 

//

 

 

She opens her door but no one comes in

 

Cause she never opens her heart

 

 

||

 

 

Walkin in fear

 

Begging for love but won't let no body come near

 

 

//

 

 

Lost in her dying world

 

 

Lovely little girl she is

 

 

 

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Jan 29, 2016
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