I Slowly Die Inside From
I Slowly Die Inside From All The Times I've Cried.
( I've Cried For You)
With Your Beautiful Eyes
You Look Tight Through Me
Like I Was Never Alive, I Am Invisible
I Always Will Be You For Some Reason I Know
I Would Always Be Like This To You.
I Wish You Were Missing Me Like I Was Missing You.
But No Matter What I Do. I Am Always Dead To You.
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