No you don't, you don't see it
Past that sky high wall, the way I stand
Not stand, fallen I lay on the ground
Fallen, fallen on my bleeding knees
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So there I fell, left alone
As my blood dripped onto the cold hard ground
It flows and flows to form a frozen river
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And the day you do it, the day you turn your back
That day the frozen blood will boil
And the last thing you will know is the color of my raging red blood
And thats all because I fell, and you simply stood
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Door To My Heart
PoetryA bunch of poems that I wrote, and all of them, speaking from my heart
