Post by Ryuta Tucker on Dec 20, 2018 17:40:21 GMT
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"doctor david, telephone please. doctor david, doctor blair, doctor blair, doctor j. hamilton, doctor j. hamilton."
all alone now except for the memories of what we had and what we knew. every time i try to leave it behind me, i see something that reminds me of you. every night, the dreams return to haunt me: your rosary wrapped around your throat. i lie awake and sweat, afraid to fall asleep. i see your face looking back at me, looking back at me. and i raise my head and stare into the eyes of a stranger. i've always known that the mirror never lies. people always turn away from the eyes of a stranger, afraid to know what lies behind the stare.
is this all that's left of my life before me? straight jacket memories, sedative highs - no happy ending like they've always promised. there's got to be something left for me. and i raise my head and stare into the eyes of a stranger. i've always known that the mirror never lies. people always turn away from the eyes of a stranger, afraid to know what lies behind the stare. lies behind my stare.
how many times must i live this tragedy? how many more lies will they tell me? all i want is the same as everyone. why am i here? and for how long? and i raise my head and stare into the eyes of a stranger. i've always known that the mirror never lies. people always turn away from the eyes of a stranger, afraid to know what lies behind the stare.
"... i remember now."
all alone now except for the memories of what we had and what we knew. every time i try to leave it behind me, i see something that reminds me of you. every night, the dreams return to haunt me: your rosary wrapped around your throat. i lie awake and sweat, afraid to fall asleep. i see your face looking back at me, looking back at me. and i raise my head and stare into the eyes of a stranger. i've always known that the mirror never lies. people always turn away from the eyes of a stranger, afraid to know what lies behind the stare.
is this all that's left of my life before me? straight jacket memories, sedative highs - no happy ending like they've always promised. there's got to be something left for me. and i raise my head and stare into the eyes of a stranger. i've always known that the mirror never lies. people always turn away from the eyes of a stranger, afraid to know what lies behind the stare. lies behind my stare.
how many times must i live this tragedy? how many more lies will they tell me? all i want is the same as everyone. why am i here? and for how long? and i raise my head and stare into the eyes of a stranger. i've always known that the mirror never lies. people always turn away from the eyes of a stranger, afraid to know what lies behind the stare.
"... i remember now."
deltra of gangnam style
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