Backed in a corner
I'm crying on the floor
Your name traced on my lips
The whisper never leaving
I want to scream your name
Run so far, and hunt you down
You did this to me and
I want to do it to you too
A contest entry
- Titles by Restless and True.
450 points, ended July 1, 2007, 26 entries
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