Like a feeling that Im down, deep inside my heart Like Im looking out through splitting blood red windows in my heart. From a higher up than heaven and a harder down than stone, shake the fear that always clawing, pulls me clawing down alone. As I spitting, splitting blood-red, breaking windows in my heart and the past is taunting: Fear of ghosts! Is forcing me apart. And the further I get from the things that I care about The less I care about how much further away I get... I am lost again. With everything gone and more alone than I have ever been, I expect you to understand to feel it too... but I know that even if you will, you cannot ever help me nor can I ever help you. --Robert Smith
Posted on: Fri, 31 Oct 2014 23:52:45 +0000
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