The Boy From Judecca
September 10th, 2008
You’re porcelain promises wear with age.
It’s getting hard to breathe when you hold my head under.
The stage is set for a tragedy.
My eyes are closed…I won’t stand…
I won’t stand in the way my eyes are closed…
My eyes are closed.
The cold steel feels good in my back…
Broken hearts, broken promises.
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