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my heart aches without you here tears fall knowing you're nowhere near Their stupid smug faces surround me Their words cut like knives, piercing my body I miss your warmth I miss your smile You being here makes the suffering worth while You make the pain more bareable You being here because the days go quicker You make it easier to ignore them as my parents bicker You're the reason for me being here baby you saved me I wouldn't still be here if it wasn't for you baby you're my hero but you don't have a clue you don't know who i really am The 'me' you see is really just a scam i pretend to be better because if i won all those years ago, i wouldn't have met you but it's hard to pretend to be happy, again and again It's hard to prevent yourself from bringing forth the end and if i did it, course there'd be a letter to send But would you ever read it? Would you have the strength to sit and think of me reading my last thoughts over and over? Not once, have i ever found a four leaf clover not in a book, not in real life not in a photo, i only ever found my sharp stainless steel knife
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Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 12:20 PM UTC
I miss...
my heart aches without you here tears fall knowing you're nowhere near Their stupid smug faces surround me Their words cut like knives, piercing my body I miss your warmth I miss your smile You being here makes the suffering worth while You make the pain more bareable You being here because the days go quicker You make it easier to ignore them as my parents bicker You're the reason for me being here baby you saved me I wouldn't still be here if it wasn't for you baby you're my hero but you don't have a clue you don't know who i really am The 'me' you see is really just a scam i pretend to be better because if i won all those years ago, i wouldn't have met you but it's hard to pretend to be happy, again and again It's hard to prevent yourself from bringing forth the end and if i did it, course there'd be a letter to send But would you ever read it? Would you have the strength to sit and think of me reading my last thoughts over and over? Not once, have i ever found a four leaf clover not in a book, not in real life not in a photo, i only ever found my sharp stainless steel knife
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emma-jane-smith
English
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 12:20 PM UTC
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