I trusted you with my heart, my soul, and my friendship
Now all I'm left with are theis burned hands to match my burned soul
My slit wrists to go with my slit heart
And the lost of all my trust that equals to my lost friendship
Hope you like what you've made me
Hope you see what's left of my dreams
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
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