鼠ドル Posted February 6, 2012 Share Posted February 6, 2012 There's a kind of twisted sense of humor In how we keep patching The filthy quilt that is ourselves Only to get ripped apart all over again There's a twisted smile on your face When you say words that Should be left unspoken And tears stain your cheeks In the twisted world that is ours Where even "fate" is ironic The most beautiful souls Are the ones that suffer 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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