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by Amber   Dec 19, 2005


Sliding with the faintest sound
Waiting for the pain
Dripping slowly to the ground
I fear I've gone insane

Skin that's stained with crimson regret
I only wanted to forget

The pain of being controlled
The pain of being forgotten
The pain of being alone

Faith has failed up to this point
I've lost it all because of you
Don't even try to anoint
The pain you've always put me through

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