a mestary
theres a unkown face who can it be
hes face is all black hes just a mestary
he hides alot in a ally or a park
he haunts me where ever i go
but the thing is
hes the key to my soul
hes watching me but i dont no where from
hes acually keeping me from danger
why is it hes not coming to hold me
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soniaposted on 03/06/2007
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