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Sep 2013
As Lonely as the moon in the dark sky
I remember my mother singing me a lullaby
I had to leave my past behind in the shadows
My fears kept chasing me into the arms of nowhere  
I sit on the cold blood stained floor
Too many emotions and it took a toll
Watching it dripping, dripping and it driving me mad
Yet this pain that I feel, please try to tell me its not real
She had her whole life filled with hopes and dreams...now she's only left with these memories and disbelief
Its you who cries yourself to sleep
Hoping you won't feel a thing
Maybe someday this will all be just a memory
But her heart sunk what if she never makes it till then
She's staring at the ceiling all in vain, she's already thinking to putting a end to this pain
Thinking how dead you feel inside
Broken or bent
Scratches or dents
We are all addicted to something that takes away the pain
What makes us feel alive
you will be the reason for your own demise
Written by
OldSoul
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