Gone with myself sad and lost as a child
down and under from hell the burn
and the scars hurt. Sad but lost that I
can't find my way gone for months living but not
expecting greatness for myself
tired of being some body else second idea of
a perfect child. So I've been gone
cried every night sleep with my tears was my only
confrence. I've been gone and not been
found of the eyes of love the care I always wanted
but never seem to get the perfect life so I'M GONE.
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC
Gone with myself sad and lost as a child
down and under from hell the burn
and the scars hurt. Sad but lost that I
can't find my way gone for months living but not
expecting greatness for myself
tired of being some body else second idea of
a perfect child. So I've been gone
cried every night sleep with my tears was my only
confrence. I've been gone and not been
found of the eyes of love the care I always wanted
but never seem to get the perfect life so I'M GONE.
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