Playing with Death
It wasn't my fault
I was alone and weak
With every givin moment i bleed
The blood came quicker
Than i thought
I had cut a vane
Something that i thought i wouldnt do
But with this faitful night
The night
That i played with death
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deadlyinluv24posted on 06/26/2008
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