Lost.
Your innocence.
Your chance at it being special.
Any hopes you once had, for It being with The One.
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I still recall
The taste of your tears.
Echoing your voice
Just like the ringing in my ears.
My favorite dreams of you
Still wash ashore,
Scraping through my head
Till I don't want to sleep anymore.
(Trent Reznor)
The taste of your tears.
Echoing your voice
Just like the ringing in my ears.
My favorite dreams of you
Still wash ashore,
Scraping through my head
Till I don't want to sleep anymore.
(Trent Reznor)
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