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by Chris Spangler Nov 24, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / other
In the walls of this city, deep within i find comfort. You have taken, all that matters to me. I can see you, but you cant see me. She walks a fine line behind pink fallen petals. She wears a crown, and if i could i would give her a medal. I think im lost, but this map keeps bringing me back to you. But you leave me insecure, and you let me down. Thats why i cant be with you