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I'm fading, confused,
things get hurt inside.
I'm crying, deceived,
it starts to decay outside.
I'm remembering, insulted,
numbed here in both sides.
I hope in this depression,
I wish you'll die tonight.
The depth of this feeling
causes me to fight.
Embracing my sadness,
everything was just not right.
To me was just sealed,
but break-ups were revealed.
I'll die tonight,
skin to death! It's such a life.
Tomorrow I'm free,
in this cold world.
Then later you'll see,
I'm descending in the world.
Abuse was always a disgrace;
it was false to see your face.
As its true life is just a race.
Today I'm dead, as I'll step into my last pace.
As myself facing the truth
I'm stucked inside.
The love again will be never intertwined.
Tonight, so far I've learned a lesson,
as for you'll remember,
a girl that you wouldn’t mess on.
- by Iastdreamsyndrome |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/11/2008 |
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- Title: hatred memory 3
- Artist: Iastdreamsyndrome
- Description: real title 'bullets hits my valentine'.
- Date: 11/11/2008
- Tags: hatred memory wronglove
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- Pillow Napper - 11/12/2008
- Wow, very meaningful poem :3 i like it ^^
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