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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