the books of the lost - 29 May 2011

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As my tears begin to shed their life upon my checks
I will at you with great sorry,
The pain behind the laughter,
The heart breK behind the fake smiles,
I wish you the path and
You wished me the tears

Look me in my eyes
And hear my pain behind
The broken glass

Wish me away
Wish me a new path to take

Look me in the eye and say
Those 3 words you
Wish to say

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