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The Horrible Truth About You

I sat there and stare At the broken walls And the walking ghosts Filled me with fear But with no sympathy I Sat there and stare At your tears Slowly they leave your cheeks fall into the ground But then it bounce Refusing to let go of your pain How bad it was To be the one everyone blame Was'nt like fame To be standing there with gulit For what've you did I sat there and stare How time changed your blood From red to white Such a plight with no decent light Shinning right behind you With no one to inspire With no one to guide You re still a walking ghost to me

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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