by UntamedButterfly
Its not the bright eyes. as blue as the skies. that gives me butterflies. That makes me want to die. Because of a tiny lie. For trusting you, a guy. That mistake i cannot deny. For it'll always be inside. Trying so hard to hide growing everytime i cried. All the time i wish i had died. Buts its you that lied. So tell the world, open wide. Let it come ouside. Show the real you uncensoratized.
Submission date : 2011-12-24
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