7.17.01
By horrordork
hung by the words / i thought you always felt the same i knew you felt the cold, the pain tore out my tongue / i could never do you wrong i will always be the one for you to blame down in the pit / my stomach churns and makes me sick and i cannot forget your name the thought i can't deny / i told the truth there's no reply and still i can't forget the way you taste filtered in your mouth / all the sweetness taken out nothing but your bitterness remains the redness in my eyes you are my sickness / let me die you are the salt that dries upon my face down in the pit / my stomach churns you make me sick and on my tongue i only taste your name you are the thought i can't deny / i always run but i can't hide i know someday you might just fade away Written July 17th, 2001 © on Jan 06 2002 06:01 AM PST 20 • 0 • 1
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"hung by the words / i thought you ..."