I DON'T THINK YOU QUITE UNDERSTAND
THIS SONG IS ABOUT YOU
YOU'RE NOTHING MORE TO ME NOW THAN A MEMORY
YOUR FACE
IS A REMINDER OF THE PAIN I'VE FELT
YOUR NAME
IS A REMINDER OF MISTAKES I'VE MADE
YOUR KISS
STILL LINGERS ON MY FUCKING LIPS
YOUR SCENT
WONT WASH OFF OF MY SHEETS
AND I CANT
GET YOU OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD
IT SEEMS SO
CHEAP
LIKE A PATHETIC ROMANTIC TRACE
LEFT BEHIND
LIKE A SCAR FROM THE RAZORS ACROSS YOUR SKIN
WOULD CAUSE
LEFT IN A SEA
OF UNWILLING
CHANGE
SIMPLY TO MUCH
PRESSURE
SIMPLY TO MUCH
PAIN
WHY CAN'T I LET YOU GO
WHY CAN'T I SAY GOODBYE
YOUR FUCKING MEMORY REMAINS
PAINTED ACROSS WINDOW PAINS
A MURAL OF BLACK
AND
COLD
A contest entry
- give me something with intensity by Kumgang.
300 points, ended January 10, 2008, 12 entries
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