| To Whom It May Concern... I give to her a shattered past which was To whom it may concern, no one it really does Stay deep in the darkness, take away my shame My finger on the trigger, your apathy to blame Haunting shadows as bright as day, frozen hell inside the sun Burn my eyes and tear my soul, pierce my heart, the deed is done Beyond my eyes I�m blind, my world I�ll never know I bleed ever last drop of innocence, purified for the world to show |
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