When the hot humid day ends
And the soft cool breeze transcends...
And now it is hard to take it all back,
to wish that those words were never uttered...
See my wrists...
See my legs...
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Sometimes you just want it all to be a lie, a dream to throw away. Sometimes you want to throw yourself off a cliff and fall down, forever, and hope that you have wings to fly...and sometimes you want to run and leave it all behind. But cant. |
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Sometimes you just want it all to be a lie, a dream to throw away. Sometimes you want to throw yourself off a cliff and fall down, forever, and hope that you have wings to fly...and sometimes you want to run and leave it all behind. But cant. |