anna sprague

born in to pain and hurt
growing in pain and hurt
living in pain and hurt
sleeping in pain and hurt
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every day your away
every time i think about it
every time i hear your name
every time i go where we have been
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if im never to see you agien
if im never to hear you
if im never to have you hold me
then why do i live
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its in my blood
but it wont leave
finally im coming down
all i want to do is cry
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addiction i know what it is
i have felt the hardest of them all
they are nothing to me
i throw them aside
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you have dated me before
it never lasted
you ask me agien
and i cant say no
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you called me
begging for forgivness
im not ready for that yet
so i tell you not to call or write
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my love makes me bleed
my love makes me lie
my love more then any thing makes me want to die
your so close yet so far
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why am i the last to hear?
why am i the last to see?
everyone knows more then me
and its me they know about
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who are they to tell me im wrong?
who are they to tell me no?
who are they to tell me you are not real?
who are they to tell me to give up?
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why must we love fast and hard
like if we dont theyll disappear
i hope that one will soon see fast is not the best
they need to see that moderation is the best
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we have never met
yet i feel i know you
your almost my age
and yet we have been through the same
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questions its all i have
but their not for you
but because of you
i dont know why or how
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i dont hurt when i bleed
i dont hurt when i fall
i dont hurt when im called a name
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the capsal is broken
the beads pore out
i crush them to powder
if there is time i line them up
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my tears are blood as thy pour from my eyes
but once they hit my skin they turn to acid
burning and skorching my sceared skin
im ashamed to show my weakness to all around me
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while im crying i only know im also dieing
my pain is unknow to others
but many want to try
so they lock me up and hide the key
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no one knows who i am
ill never let them in
all i could see is mutilated and descusting me
i dont want them to try
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its only cold metal
but is quite sharp
as i slid it across my skin
i know its my only friend
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as i sit in class
i look down
seeing the blood
i feel so proud
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