Deborah Cromer - Dripping

Deborah Cromer - Dripping

Doom, despair, exhaustion and terrible dread br Calling me, pulling me, wanting me dead br I cannot go on, I cannot take this any longer br Only do I grow weaker always, never stronger br No help, no lending hands, hearts or prayers br Nothing but emptiness, coldness, nobody cares br My smile is charming, bright, and so full of life br Hiding thoughts of pills, guns, and the deadly knife br I want to go, so often I feel it is time br Time to leave my dark reality and finish the rhymebr br Deborah Cromerbr br


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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