Queen Of The Damned Poems

Sick Little Game

Broken wings and a crooked smile
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i wont fall
cause you wont catch me
i wont crack
under all the pressure
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close your eyes
pretend im with you
cry for me
because im gone
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Souls of the used and abused,
What do we have left to lose?
Feed the fire that will kill your mind
Hurt yourself one last time
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can you see me?
broken, bleeding
can you hear me?
my ragged breathing
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