Friday, May 7, 2010

Gloomy Loneliness

Is there anyone who could get rid of the pain
Is there anyone who could cure all my scars
Im afraid of being lonely
Im afraid of getting forgotten

I tried picking up, piece by piece
Getting it all back together wasnt hard at all
But maintaining it kills me from the inside
No, im okay, Yes, it doesnt hurt,
Really, it is the end

The last thing you said to me
"Its like you're there but your soul isnt"
When its sad, Im sad too
When it hurts, Im hurt too
My Frozen heart aches and tells me that this maybe the last beat
It is really the end.

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