Dead Angelica Version 20 *-* You Ripped My Heart Out Of Me, Then You Put It Back
Kids
we were only kids back then,
me and my friends.
i was just thirteen
they were thirteen or fourteen.
how could they cope?
they couldn't.
it was unfair of me to expect them to
but who else could i lean on?
i'm sorry if i made them fall over as well.
depression makes you selfish.
i wasn't thinking-
But we were so young!
too young to deal with it
too young to move on
i'm sorry i did that to you.
i'm sorry you had to cope with me.
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