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Etching deeper
Carving in my heart.
YOUR words
Burning in my mind
And to this I am brought down to
A walkway
A doormat
Something you used to be a friend to
You now walk upon
I write this now
Instead of showing the world how I feel
t would be easy you know
A cutter has their way
You used to be like me
You used to lean on me.
I held you up high
So you could see
Just how beautiful you could be.
Now you walk on me
Go ahead
I'm used to it
All the years of others before you.
I thought I could trust you.
But I was wrong.
I can only hope
One day you'll realize
I am not a doormat

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Not all scars show. Not all wounds heal. You can't always see the pain someone feels.


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The following comments are for "The Killing of Me"
by IronMaiden

the killing of me
another good one dude. hey sometimes i feel invisible cuz there are a-holes tha t can make you feel that way but theres otheres that are cool. you just gotta stop hanging with a-holes.

( Posted by: ZonerZone [Member] On: January 22, 2006 )





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