Trapt

by Forgotten   Jan 31, 2005


She sits in her room
Waiting for the day
the day when her life will be the same
It has not come yet
It looks really doubtfully
Cause she sits in the room
The dark room
Full of dreaded memories
She can not escape the darkness
No matter how loud she screams
Every door she opens
Leads back yo her own
The dark room
She is tr-apt
Trapt in her mind
That makes her room so dark
Dark with her dread memories
She is and forever trapt

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