I'm too screw up to love again, and deep in my sould I know where my heart lays... somewhere around his arms, in between his hair shades, somewhere over that matress, at the palm of his hand, rolling, missing on that floor, still wondering, trying to make up peace with his feeling, I'll will go through this... I can make it... just not now... I need sb to held me tight... I don't want to fall again... It hurts, it burns, and I'm alive... living dead doll scared... and scare...
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