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| Think Mortal Thoughts I stand alone, in a crowded room. I scream out loud, but no one moves. A suttle glance, from far away. He draws me close, that's where I stay. I can't move, frozen in fear, of losing the one, that I hold dear. And when he's gone, what shall I do, should I move on, or join him too. The road is long, and the tears are warm, time moves on, and death does swarm. When it's time, to say good-bye, I'll go with him, and all will cry. Not for me, for no one cared, but for my love, and the time they shared. When the time does come, and he leaves, I'll say and vow, for all to see. I'll drink his blood, I'll dink his soul, I'll drink forever, and never let go. I love the pain, from the razorblade, I love the whole, the bullet made. The hurt is real, and deep inside, it let's me know, I'll soon die. Seconds to go, moments to spare, a life-time ended, so eternity can be shared. Ripped apart, by my own hand, seperated forever, the angel and the damned. By Roxxie 1999 |
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