it's the time, the time to go. time to runaway and be free from the pain. you let the dark in, it gets darker and darker until you can't see. then you see that the pain will be and soon the pain will flea. it will leave your lounges and leave your brain and you will be free.
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The days
Randomall the days gone by and I still want to cry. to want to feel to be with you. every day I'm incomplete and I just want to die. those are the days gone by.
