hey you it's me again
haunting you inside your head
i'm begging for your attention
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open your heart
put it on a shelf
tell them all your gruesome story
tell them how you felt
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How would you feel if you lost your mom?
Not because of old age, or illness.
O wait isn't it an illness?
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Your fingertips across my skin
the palm trees swaying in the wind
images...
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enveloped in dark
in this once green park
where my mother and i used to play
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She loves them more then me,
She'll go to them for anything.
There is no hope for this addiction
it cant be beat only forgotten
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every note i sing is drenched in pain.