Bent

by riah   Jul 31, 2009


Twisting all inside me
my flesh is burnt and crawling
i'm diseased, haven't you heard?
just a little lie on your nightstand
remember me when she cries
begging the world to fall over her
she always gets what's given to her
my eyes are ripped open
never did i know how to feel about the cold
with your hand beside me is seems possible
all the world's a blur
your memory aglow in my mind
the last time you wanted a little time
make sure it's all worth the cause

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