I would tell you something about us, about the snow outside, about my love. I would tell you something, anything not to grow silence's grass between us. I would tell you something, what you knew or what I know but the silence's grass started to grow between us and the sounds of the latter word have lost...
2010/12/02
She remembers...
She remembers it all...
All the people who had said
They cared, but does they really did it?!
She remembers it all...
The sound of laughter and
How happy she'd been, but was she really?!
She remembers it all...
His arms around her and
He said "I love you!", but does he really mean?!
She remembers it all...
The pain she'd felt when he left,
How her heart ached, but was it really?!
She remembers it all...
The feeling of being so alone,
The feeling that no one cared, but does they really did it?!
But now they'll remember her,
Staring at the knife in her hand,
How easy to slit her wrists, but does she really did it?!
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