All These Songs, Playing On Repeat
Friday, August 24, 2012
Play Dead
I have to go through this
I belong to here
Where no one cares
And no one loves
No light, no air to live in
A place called hate
The city of fear
I play dead
It stops the hurting
I play dead
And the hurting stops
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