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Screaming at the top of your vocals So loud my ears automatically shut off the sound Or such a deep whisper You make my tears come falling down Face to face with the echo of my own fatal existence And the reality of all our largest fear to come true And who luckier than I To have every bit of detail spread From who I've been in contact with To who I've laid in bed And to feel so sorry that you can't sleep Night after night till you can't weep No room to breathe I can feel the slime on the breath Of the constricting snake One who I've seen oh so many times Evil and Devil Feeds on sorrow and corruption of the mind But a girl like me has no doubts I've seen myself through The toughest of drought My little life has never felt safe Only within the bounds of my perilous reality Fiona on a ledge But will not look over the edge Only out at the distance For nothing is dread ♥
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Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 4:25 AM UTC
Run Little Girl
Screaming at the top of your vocals So loud my ears automatically shut off the sound Or such a deep whisper You make my tears come falling down Face to face with the echo of my own fatal existence And the reality of all our largest fear to come true And who luckier than I To have every bit of detail spread From who I've been in contact with To who I've laid in bed And to feel so sorry that you can't sleep Night after night till you can't weep No room to breathe I can feel the slime on the breath Of the constricting snake One who I've seen oh so many times Evil and Devil Feeds on sorrow and corruption of the mind But a girl like me has no doubts I've seen myself through The toughest of drought My little life has never felt safe Only within the bounds of my perilous reality Fiona on a ledge But will not look over the edge Only out at the distance For nothing is dread ♥
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Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 4:25 AM UTC
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