Outcome

by Lukas   Dec 12, 2005


(Cut down) you take your last look at me before turning around. (Hate me) you only want to be able to break me. (feel alone) its been cold for so long. (Broken Soul) It never goes away only my pain grows each day. (Desperation)
Its so hard to move, everyday the shame pushing me away. (future) Nothing going back to before it was black. (Lost) I'm never going find the key to let go of whats inside me.

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