Ah…what a pain
Death rose stand alive in the snow
There’s neither sweet honey nor elegance
Such nuisance to the garden
Such hardship to endure
Why is it still alive?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Overflowing tears of pain
Overflowing blood of lust
No pain no gain
Yet there’s pain nothing to gain
Broken angel broken heart
Shattered feeling shattered love
Tired, tired, tired
Enough of it, enough of this!!
00.47 am Saturday 18 February 2010
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