Virgin Blood
Watch me carfully to see the fear in my eyes, listin to my voice and see how it
feels to hear broken woman cry. Last night i saw your picture hanging on her wall,
and it's funny that that when i'm down no ones there to even watch me fall. It drops
not leaving a stain behind, it falls trying to hold on to it's little bit of time.
And there some one's quick to take its place, but once it's stained there another
falls from my face, as it rains....
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