donderdag 25 juni 2009

To the man who lives in the shadow of my past


You say "how sad"
You say "poor thing"
But when its you its something else
Its everything

You'll never believe the nightmares
You'll never know the pain you caused
You'll never see the scars you left
The things you stole

You took my body, tore it in half
You took my childhood my heart and my laugh
You took everything I kept for myself
And then you're gone
Im not your poor thing

xxx Char

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