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by Carlie Aug 25, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Look at these hands, bound by sin, filled with dirt, and never fit in. look at those knees, stratched by blood, mixed with abandonment, and mixed with mud look at those eyes, hope, lost, far away, dull and hungry, she needs you to stay. look at those tears, aged by desire, worn by heartache, fed by fire. look all you want, but it goes past skin, her soul is tainted, seeped and thin red on the walls, shes mocked with strife, shes sentence to death, shes stretched by life. she could have avoided, this is your cue, she could still be together, if it wasnt for falling in love.... with you.