| ECHOS The voices of echos surround me, are in me The echos of my childhood Things I try to forget, keep repeating Make it stop, they would if they could I live in a glass vase, holding flowers that are wilted and dying Yet I keep a smile on my face and a joke up my sleeve, so on the outside they can't see my crying I am my own soldier, I have my own guns and I protect what I love the most But what I love and want are two differnt things I want love, but I know it's a ghost I know that my echos will never leave And will never cease to be So I pitty the person that when I die, gets those cursed echos from me Sara Castle |
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