The old me is deadA Poem by karmicyou say my lips have a different taste but i have the same face you look at me as if i'm from a different race
now get it though your head the old me is dead i got sick of following as you lead
i made the new me from the blood and bones of the sea
now you see the old me is gone with the light as the new me runs with the night © 2008 karmic |
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