Back at the mirror, your good friend
Talk to the mirror, to play out your game
Slap in the middle, I stop then
Look at the winner, and the price you pay
Cold was the winter, I tremble
Long was the fall, that had no end
http://youtu.be/xgZ_HFJIGQw
Little by little, everything changes
Little by little, the time goes
Little by little, the days pass by
Little by little, the air clears
Little by little, I can breathe again
I can breathe again..
Tag:
Slap
By:EmoCookie
Boom
Bam
Slam
No one heard the pain that I believe I desever
Slice
Dice
That is th price that I pay for myself
Spray
Snif
The way I can take myself from this world to be happy for just a second
Slap
Crack
Punch
Have nothing left
Get something someone can’t take from me
Safty pins
No longer come safe for me
Blade box cutters
No longer are for boxes
For my arm is now the box
And the blade […]
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