I'm Sick

February 5, 2012
Call me
I wont answer the phone
Life all by my own
The time you ran away
Pieces that will never be the same
With you and that smile
For now I’m Shattered
In to pieces
Don’t pray
I really don’t need it
You left me one the floor
You took the heart of mine
The burglar you call yourself
Can surely use some time
Because Now I’m sick
I’m not getting out of bed
Take the picture that I burned
Take the heart take you earned
Because I’m sick

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PaxZarouFides said...
Feb. 12, 2012 at 9:04 am
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