"tastes Like Band-Aids"2/18/09
breathing. it hurts, what do, i do
what (wait) till death, and i wonder
why the air taste like band-aids
open the window, but it make me cough even harder
stand in a straight line soldier!
I tell myself, don't you dare cry~
and it still tastes like band-aids
potions made of poison, filling my home
i can feel the tighten around my head
and my heart is moving with fear~
I jump too everything i hear
and it still tastes like band-aids...
aka:lyricvixen
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