Saturday, 18 April 2009

Little Song

Just a little song

Just want to come clean
Say what i mean
Follow through like i never do ... I never do
And all these things are killing me
But with my false identity
I am taking lives with plastic knifes
that are to sharp for someone health

There sharp as hell x2


Just need a clean break
Have a rest and retake
Of all the stuff i never ment ... I never ment
But they'll haunt u while we wait for the clean break


I'm confusd
but control it
it's nothing new
but never gets old
I'm calling quits on all the things i swore i would never miss


I miss it

:):)

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