GraveRobber Posted September 20, 2012 Posted September 20, 2012 It rises cold and dark as the night sky It burns as honest and lonely the less I try to fight I'd rather lose tomorrow then stand here today I'd rather this come harm me then bother you again It's ture that I regret it but I wouldn't take it back this feeling one and only breathing down my neck Come steal away and hide it fast they'll never know their time has passed I'll not bother with the sorries that hope is pointless now I only ask for worry and the wish that you are proud I'm not a lover nor strong at heart but the passion of this hatred is burning when you're far
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