FiX tHiS

by Casey*   Aug 15, 2004


Fix this Doll,
She lays alone;
waiting for you,
to bring her home;

Fix this mind,
that wonders away;
waiting for you,
to come home and stay;

Fix this feeling,
in my head;
the one that wants you,
to turn up dead;

You still cant fix me,
and you never will
theres too much blood,
let it out, its such a thrill.

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