by Danielle Gagnon   Apr 5, 2006

Should I tell?
Should I run to him?
Creating my own personal Hell?
What would have happened?
Would I have it?
Would it have changed anything?
My mom would know,
My life would be gone
Rotting in the dust.

I\'m glad i was innocent,
Im glad i was young
But Im sad that
i can never know the truth behind the words.

All those songs he sang to me
All those words of love
When I think of him now,
I still love him, I still care
But i know that i can now never have what is lost and gone

He wont come to me
he wont care
It will be suicide by him
And suicide for me.


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