TrentReznor
Loves Spam
- Joined
- Sep 23, 2005
- Posts
- 93
Black is the coal that burns my eyes. It took me this long to realize,
You are not a real person, but a ghost.
Through the fog, above my sight, lies a smog filled grey sky,
Lost the one thing that matters the most.
I am a bird with a broken wing.
I am a bird with a broken wing.
I am a bird with a broken wing.
I am a bird with a broken wing.
Wispering secrets in my ear, but never being able to fly from this hell I am stuck in for this crule eternity of bliss...
IT'S NOTHING NEW!
IT'S ALL THE SAME
YOU ARE MY PAIN!
BUT I KNOW YOUR GAME.
YOU'RE NOTHING FUCKING NEW!
YOU'RE JUST THE SAME OLD PAIN,
AND OU'RE BACK,
BUT I KNOW YOUR GAME.
I am a bird with a broken wing.
I am a bird with a broken wing.
I am a bird with a broken wing.
I am a bird with a broken wing.
You are not a real person, but a ghost.
Through the fog, above my sight, lies a smog filled grey sky,
Lost the one thing that matters the most.
I am a bird with a broken wing.
I am a bird with a broken wing.
I am a bird with a broken wing.
I am a bird with a broken wing.
Wispering secrets in my ear, but never being able to fly from this hell I am stuck in for this crule eternity of bliss...
IT'S NOTHING NEW!
IT'S ALL THE SAME
YOU ARE MY PAIN!
BUT I KNOW YOUR GAME.
YOU'RE NOTHING FUCKING NEW!
YOU'RE JUST THE SAME OLD PAIN,
AND OU'RE BACK,
BUT I KNOW YOUR GAME.
I am a bird with a broken wing.
I am a bird with a broken wing.
I am a bird with a broken wing.
I am a bird with a broken wing.
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