Haunted By the Past
Soft Wet Tears Dripping Down My Face. A Face That Is Eroded And
Washes Away Like Clay. Nobody Cares But Nobody Knows The Pain
She Goes Through.Telling Herself She's Going To Change And A
Powerful Force Stopping Her From What She Wants To Do. She
Already Messed Up. Its To Late To Restart,Life Isn't A Movie You
Can't Call "Cut,Redo" If Life Was A Movie I'd Be Perfect From The
Beginning, But The Mistakes Have Already Been Made, And My Past
Its Never Going To Fade:(
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