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Lightly falls the snow outside
So that I can run and hide
But after that, the footsteps will stay
And people will see them in the light of day
This blood is dripping, pouring out
speaking for me when I cannot shout
but now,soon, everyone will see
the monster that's become of me
Now I sit here with an illness, my choice
Without salvation and without a voice
So when will I find the answer I sought
during this long war I've fought.
Last edited by ¯|_(ツ)_|¯; April 7th 2013 at 02:13 AM.
Reason: Adding prefix. :)
I really love this! I can relate a bit to the first two lines of the second stanza.
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive