you ripped my heart out from my chest and showed it to me said you didnt want it so you threw it away left me there in a puddle of blood with a note signed on your name a knife in hand is it really worth the pain you left me there walked away yet im dead and you have dreams of me while i sleep one so deep and strong you have to take anti phsycotics to make them stay at bay yet no medication can keep me at bay even in death i am watching you from angels gates you are on the road with you vivid nightmares of me yet when you finally figure out what you did you regret it is to late to go back because i am already gone on the road once again with the knfie in your hand you take it back but im dead are you happy?
2007-05-02
14:49:16
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massacre[[Screamer for T.D.A.]]
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➔ Psychology