Saturday, May 8, 2010

[broken] girl

will i come up for air
this time iv fallen deep
my smile has retired
my head it begs for sleep

but i will not give in
rest's just a disguise
for painful sullen memories
will lead to my demise

soon i will be gone
no more need to fear
when my time will end
cus my end, my dear, is near.

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