zondag 6 juni 2010

Torn

My heart starts beating faster every second,
my vision becomes blurry.
Blurry turns into black, 3,2,1.. my vision is back
And you got me again, testing me, stressing me, tearing me apart.
Your mouth became a knife, and your words they cut so deep,
I slowly die



-written by me-

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