24 October 2010


Something is unspoken,
The day behind you,
A smell like you feel,
They're after you .

You feel scratch,
There was nobody will care,
With no attention
It's terrified to live.

A knife to deep to kill,
Cause I won't be angry,
When they control you,
You will sacrifice for yourself.

Something is unspoken,
How terrible they are.
Just like us.
It' we.

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