This one thing I desire, by Loneliness is condescending
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Forsake me,
Forsake me, Forsake me. I beg of you
Break my heart, Bring me pain
Show to me what I need
Give me the sense of feeling
Anything, Anything at all…
Stab me in the back, Bathe me in your malice
Fill me with that hate
Falling to my knees I weep for I beg
I beg of you, to keep that kiss at bay
Forsake me,
Forske me, I love you, Forsake me
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| Posted: 2006-04-16 05:25:10 UTC |
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| 2006-05-20 21:17:06 | Crimson.Wings |
| i thought it was pretty good. it has a unique style. |