New life

by heather   Dec 13, 2004


This new life isn't what i expected it to be,
without you theres no me.
the cuts on my wrist grow more and more,
every time i see you with that w***e.
i hate her so much,
and i miss your gentle touch.
i wish you'd leave her and come back to me,
but i know that will never be.
so now I'm leaving no need to say goodbye,
so now I'm leaving its my time to die.

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