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My Perfect Plan

My eyes hold the saddest goodbye From these eyes are the tears i cry My wounds turn into scars and than into wounds again I punish myself so I dont feel this again My pain and anger forever untold there is nothing left to tell It ate away my soul My perfect plan now unfolds For tomorrow i shall not cry tears I will cry blood Finally at ease, at peace there was no where left to fight Im tired of fighting to be happy For everything to go right Im sick of crying myself to sleep every lonley night

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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