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Blood-Stained Photographs
1 ReviewsBlood-Stained Memories...
And as I sit here flipping through blood-stained photographs,
I realize the past is nothing more then faded memories of how
good life used to be.
Nothing more then dreams left undiscovered.
Nothing more then scars being uncovered.
And as the lights continue to flicker on and off
and the tears just can't seem to stop...
I force myself to get up
and leave those blood-stained memories behind...
I realize the past is nothing more then faded memories of how
good life used to be.
Nothing more then dreams left undiscovered.
Nothing more then scars being uncovered.
And as the lights continue to flicker on and off
and the tears just can't seem to stop...
I force myself to get up
and leave those blood-stained memories behind...
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