The Past

by Stevi   Nov 9, 2005


A past of heartache,
A lifetime of pain,
My tears stream down,
Like the falling rain.

They fall so fast,
As the days go by,
They fall like the blood,
Dripping my veins dry.

As the razor cuts,
The blood trickles down,
Tears are falling,
I'm going to drown.

Drowning in my past,
My emotions, they pour,
I lay here crying,
Cuz yet again, he scores.

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