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There's something wrong,
I just don't know what it is,
I can look in the mirror,
and see myself,
feel pain,
plead for escape,
but know I will always be a puppet girl.
For your pleasure,
I weap,
for your time,
I can't get out,
to redeam my soul,
anew took place,
I want and need my life back.
All I have to hide behind is your hand,
my innocence has been bound,
for I am no longer myself,
but an extention of your life.
If I could just escape my nightmare,
maybe things will be better.
What have I done to deserve this?
Why do you tourture me?
I wish I could just be free. . .
 x50000xTEARSx · Fri Jan 25, 2008 @ 06:32am · 2 Comments |
