My Property, Ashton Irwin
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Last published Tue, Sep 30, 2014
"Call me psycho,
call me insane,
but written across my heart,
will ALWAYS be your name.
I probably need some help,
I'm probably I'm not all there,
but the way that I feel,
even I admit I'm scared.
Never knew love would be this powerful,
making me think things I never thought,
sure we have screamed, sure we have fought.
You want me to let go,
but starting over is not choice,
inside my head ,
i hear this voice.
I clinch my teeth,
and close my eyes,
the sound of pain,
to hide my cries.
I'm not letting go,
you'll have to kill me first,
call me a lunatic but I'll ALWAYS be yours."
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