Nothing but a picture left,
Framed the feelings,
Trapped them in glass.
Now strike the match-
Watch it burn to ash...
Watch it rot away.
Look at it-it's turning black,
Like your soul!
Not comming back...
You can cry, but,
It wont put the memory back.
Leave it all behind.
Carry the scars,
That'll forever stay
Never heal,
Never take away the pain.
Leave me here.
Watch me cry.
You can burn the memory...
But I won't die.














Devious Comments
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"Is it because it's finite, that people cling to the joys of life?" ~Siegfried Schtauffen
"In this world there's nothing to believe in..." ~Vicious
"Life can be hard, even cruel. But it's life" ~Auron
need...drumset...
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Unfortunately, things often really are what they seem.
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