viernes, 3 de febrero de 2012

Seether.

I met a girl, who hated the world,
she used her body to sell her soul,
every town, they break her in pain,
tear out her heart and leave her in pain.
I never found out how she survived,
all of the sadness she kept inside,
I never found out how she could lie,
the smile on her face,
and the scratches she'd hide.

I never found out how she could lie,
love on her face, and the darkness inside.

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