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Everything that I was

I´m on the highway to hell
The road down a spiraling flame 
One teardrop away from disaster 
And hating to love the pain that starts to consume me. 

Where would I be
Without all that I am
Everything that makes me this fucked up and broken
Maybe perfect
Maybe smiling
Maybe dancing

Silent, my lips are stone
Muffling the scream while the darkness coresses me, oh so gently
Singing this sweet lullaby
From a record, repeated until broken.



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Publicerad 2015-11-10 09:50

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