Jc. Verro

Death is forever, so dont flirt with death
Death is painfull, so stay away from knifes
Death is not for lovers, so dont die
Death is not for me, so dont even try
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I have fallen from the sky above
Fallen to the ground
I am the Angel of Sadness
Angel of Lost Hopes
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1. Girl's always smell good even if it is just shampoo

2. The way their head always finds the right spot on our shoulders
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as i lay their
tears rolling down my face
they just stand there 'pointing and laughing
calling me a freak
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take lies fear and a pinch of regret
and also a little confusion and mistake
put sickness and worry
and a full cup of bertayal
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Hiding me... casting me away,
Forbidding me to speak.... Felling astray,
Tears fill my eyes as i tried,
To see that you havent cried.
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The sharp edge of the razor cuts my skin easily,
I'm numb to the pain,
Numb to the blood,
Too numb to relize whats happening,
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The pain i feel from day to day,
Happens when you push me away,
Sadness fills my soul and heart,
Hopeing that we shall never part.
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i have died at my own hands
at my own worth
i get ti heaven and see all the angels
and the lord
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the past is only the waiting to be forgotten
the forgotten is the fun that was had
the pain and memory cant leave your thoughts
your joy and spirit is not the only thing forgotten
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loving you is like feeling soft soft rain
fall on to my face
loving you its the comfort of my heart
loving you makes me laugh and smile at the same time
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the forgotten comes and goes
life and birthis the forgotten
life cant be left by it but can be taken
maby then by now you are the forgotten
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i dont know whats going on inside my own head
my mind racing faster and faster
getting no where
waisting energy
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his skin is soft as snow
his eyes pale as ice which speaks painful memories of his kind
past between all time an era which is unspeakable
crimes unthinkable love lost to all
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his hair black as sin
his skin pale as snow
eyes black as coal no expression
walking throught the shadows
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i pull it around me like a cloak
and whatch you through its folds
it muffles every word and gesture
every move i make
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my trust is like a childs ragdoll
torn to pieces and thrown to the ground
glass eyes staring in to uncarring hands
bright patchwork dress trampled and stained
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my fear is like a small black lizard
coiled deep in my gut
cold enought to ache
when it stirs it bares its teeth
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when you put your arms round me......
the pain just disappears
when you hold my hand......
i let go of all my fears
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written in a pen
sealed withg a kiss
if we are friends awnser me this
are we friends or are we not?
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