Tuesday, January 19, 2010

The broken hearts, the things you take,

Never will I make the same mistake.

I figured you out, like a puzzle, a game,

You’ll always be the one in shame.

I never miss your golden hair,

Your lovely eyes,

The way you stare.

I never will cry out for help again,

This is the end,

This is the end.

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