Last thing

by Tara   May 15, 2006


Lying in the dark
Thinking about the park
About the last thing you said
It's running through my head

Back and for
I drop to the floor
Trying to get you out of my head
As i sit up on my bad

I see the blade
So i payed
I payed for what i did or soon to be done
Because the closes thing to you isn't me its the sun.

I thought about what happened
And what was said
And its fcuked my head

My scars are unseen to the naked eye
So i thought fcuk this that day i died

by me :)

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