Restless holding
I've yet to become the perfect victim of my destruction
I've yet to see the holder of my silent dreams
I've yet to feel the helping hand on my shoulder
If I told you that I never cared
It I told you that I never could care
Would you still hold the hand you do now
The crying storms perfectly fit my heart
My breathing consious is left to the hate
I tried to make you see
I tried to be the perfect picture
I'd like to believe in a perfect tomorrow
Without turning red and lose myself into anger
The total eclipse has left me to bleed dry
And I wonder of you never mind
I wonder if you hold me to the end
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| Auteur: Melodramatically |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 18 januari 2006 | ||
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