Miss for you
Sallma890
Stop crying. Stop feeling, I steel feel that I'm needing I'm crying. I'm feeling. But I never never living I want to trust myself again Don't ask me why. Don't ask me where. I'm again miss for you. Don't ask me what. Don't me who. I miss for you... I miss for you... I'm dying, you are dead. Something needs. Something kepts. I'm burying a dead cat Just like you when you dead. I wan't kill myself again Don't ask me why. Don't ask me where. I'm again miss for you. Don't ask me what. Don't me who. I miss for you... I miss for you... I hear my inner voice Which says I'm making noise Which says I'm noughty Voice which says kill myself like I once killed you...
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