I am the pale mark of a fotgotten name All these years, and its still the same All the hate, and the fear, and Im still in chains Were trapped in these bodies allergic to change I feel the punishment taking its toll I feel all of the hits, every single blow And I dont know how long I can do this alone For the first time ever I am feeling old There wont be an easier way We suffer patiently to keep it this way Like a new spark to and old flame Every tear helps to wash it away
Posted on: Wed, 04 Dec 2013 22:18:08 +0000
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