House full of roses, a letter on the stairs, a tape full of messages, for anyone who cares, collage of broken words, and stories full of tears, remembering your life, cause we wish you were here. Nothing is harder, than to wake up all alone, realize its not okay, its the end of all you know, time keeps passing by, but it seems Im frozen still, scars are left behind, but some too deep to feel. And some say this cant be real, and Ive lost my power to feel tonight, were all just victims of a crime, when alls gone and cant be regained, we cant seem to shelter the pain inside, were all just victims of a crime. Victim -A7X
Posted on: Mon, 04 Nov 2013 22:26:19 +0000
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