| Why can't you be my cure...and finish me off?... |
[25 Jun 2004|08:11am] |
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I didn't mean to lie...I really ment to keep my promice this time...I really did...but just like all the other times...things just seem to get in the way...I don't blame you for not believing me...I don't even believe me NE more...I'm sorry...
I slit my wrist for ever lie...for ever friend...for ever heart...for every tear...but I'm still alive...I still breathe...but I still die every night with out you...
I think of you every night b4 I go to sleep...but every time I wake up...your not there...so I punish myself for letting myself thing that you will be...
Put a knife through me...I'm done...Let it rip through me...and ruin my dreams...
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