Simon Says.The unused match falls to the ground; the stink of sulfur still clinging to the air. Tried to strike two, the first one was a dud, and now the second match flame slowly burns the tip of my fingers. Pain is nothing when you want it to be, but still, it increases, and in these last seconds, I remember what I came here to do.Simon Says.
The match tumbles helplessly from my fingers, and I can hear it finally ignite the reeking mess of chemicals beneath me. Or am I just imagining that sound? Did I pass out before it hit the ground, or am I just hoping I had enough courage to do it?
They told me
... i dont have a myspace no more
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She is everything to me
The unrequited dream
A song that no one sings
The unattainable, Shes a myth that I have to believe in
All I need to make it real is one more reason
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She is everything to me
The unrequited dream
A song that no one sings
The unattainable, Shes a myth that I have to believe in
All I need to make it real is one more reason
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