.... playing with the same notes
over and over.....
run out its over used...
its dry and cracking..
piercing my skin...
i heard someones foot steps following my shadow
I,
turned and looked over my shoulder
....hoping it was you,
hating that it wasent.
if you were hear you would understand..
you would stick up for me....
....i know you would
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 8:52 PM UTC
.... playing with the same notes
over and over.....
run out its over used...
its dry and cracking..
piercing my skin...
i heard someones foot steps following my shadow
I,
turned and looked over my shoulder
....hoping it was you,
hating that it wasent.
if you were hear you would understand..
you would stick up for me....
....i know you would
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