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Secret Shame © Misty Dreams The leaves of the trees fall as the blood from my arms drips and you call me morbid as I cry you don't understand me? Well, nor do I, so we go on following our eternal circle both of us separating ourself further, because there's one difference... I cope differently. So, the leaves of the trees go on falling, in time with the blood and the tears and you call me morbid as I stand you can't understand me? Well, nor do I, so we'll go on treading in our own paths alienating ourselves because of one little detail, I cope differently. Top of page Webmaster: wulff@ratatosk.net |