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its all in your head leaving it all in your hands you can't receive what you don't understand, glad i'm hopeful glad it's done i will be left alone just one, sorry i'm ugly sorry you're not i'll be the one they all forgot, leave it to me to be the whisper that ruins through the listener, my passion is done my heart expired things not to feel as one desired, blazing up see my eyes made of fire through my heart around funeral attire, so as i wander and in turn die alone not surprised your heart's made of stone.
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Dec 30, 2010
Dec 30, 2010 at 10:30 PM UTC
Cold and Catatonic
its all in your head leaving it all in your hands you can't receive what you don't understand, glad i'm hopeful glad it's done i will be left alone just one, sorry i'm ugly sorry you're not i'll be the one they all forgot, leave it to me to be the whisper that ruins through the listener, my passion is done my heart expired things not to feel as one desired, blazing up see my eyes made of fire through my heart around funeral attire, so as i wander and in turn die alone not surprised your heart's made of stone.
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Dec 30, 2010
Dec 30, 2010 at 10:30 PM UTC
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