September 05, 2009

Colors

I could beg to you

that I felt insecure and I leave my burdens at the door.

I'm on the outside;

looking in the hole of eternal pain.

I see your true colors inside me,

I can see through you.

See your true colors and I wasted more time than anyone.

And all the times that I cried are wasted,

And for you it was full of pride.

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