if these walls could talkif these walls could talk they'd speak to you of how they see me every night crying myself to sleep over your photo book how my every action takes place because of you and movements rely on you to keep me alive inside but your never around when your world is red you run and the walls turn black they swallow me whole and i'm alone without you even though they will never say what they do to me they're ashamed just as i am for doing what i do to you but i just wish you'd let me close so we can help each other defeat theseif these walls could talk
she came to meshe came to me after six months long pressed the power and switched me back on broken and rusted, she fixed me up repaired me to what i once was gave loving arms and a kiss on my screen i never realised she wanted me back for good with brown hair and ice blue eyes she told me she loves me ever so seriousshe came to me
happy an emotion i never felt in so long i took her by the hand and wished my past farewell we looked perfect in yellow when she took the pain away nicknames came back and squishy was reborn so we decided to migrate and take some rest in hope of waking next t
i cry everydayi cry everyday when i miss you its a hurt in my chest an easy unrest and i try to stay cool wanting to impress you show that im strong i dont need you but i really do so im going back home to run away from love and liberate a life from fictional hurt leaving remorse of love for you but i find im not strong enough to go through with it and i still cry cry everyday because im still in love and i cant put you behind mei cry everyday
in 1985in 85 woman gave birth baby was alive and not to know he was to grow feel pain and love forever more fight with life grieve over the death of his future selfin 1985
in 95 ten years old still a child seeing things in distorted dreams horrific visions haunting life confusing reality and victims of whiplash as he causes a near car crash
in 99 fourteen but he wasnt free learning his birth was a mistake boy he shouldnt of been and father never to be seen begins to wonder his
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