I'm searching for your sillhouette
in every shadow I see
I'm searching for your words
in every thing I read
I'm looking at your eyes
when I go to sleep
I'm looking at your heart
as it stops to beat
my hands hurt so bad now
they're covered in crimson
my insides are numb now to
this pain that I've been born in
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Posted by BRI at 6:36 PM
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