16 September, 2010

Find a Way

GothFaerie

If my eyes are the window to my soul
Why aren”t they as black as charcoal?
if my eyes are so easy to read
why don”t you give me what I need?
I need to find a way to stop the pain
A way to remove the madness form my brain
I need to find a way to stop the flow of blood
That runs down my body like a flood
I need to find a way to cope
I need to find a little ray of hope

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