28/03/2011, 22:10
Posted 03-30-2011 at 12:32 PM by Ami
A thousand faces look up at me,
Misplaced.
I wonder:
Do they hate what they see?
I would not blame, how could I,
when the mirror agrees
It knows that the line is blurred
And I can no longer tell mistakes
from sobotage.
After all, it's amazing that
I've managed to last this long
Still have one thing to call my own,
Hate
Misplaced.
I wonder:
Do they hate what they see?
I would not blame, how could I,
when the mirror agrees
It knows that the line is blurred
And I can no longer tell mistakes
from sobotage.
After all, it's amazing that
I've managed to last this long
Still have one thing to call my own,
Hate
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