The things I do

by megan   Jun 19, 2004


Burying it down,
Deep inside.
Trying not to let you know,
All the things I try to hide.
You'll never know,
All the things going through my head.
All those times,
I wished me dead.
All those times,
When it was you I couldn't find.
Still griding away,
On the same old grind.
Feeding myself,
Lie after lie.
When I think its you,
Who wants me to die.

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