Sick

by LIGURE   Jun 8, 2008


Sick of lies.
Sick of your eyes.
Listen to my voice.
Listen to the noise.

Feel the sorrow of mine.
Feel it if I'm fine.
Hold my heart.
Hold it very hard.

Romance are fake.
Truly I can't wait.
Can't wait that your bleeding.
Sorrowing, dying everything!

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