12 de novembro de 2007

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Hand's Scars

It's not like I didn't knock...
I just followed your track

The rain begun falling down
but my hands were still dry
They were the path for my mistakes
without them I couldn't hold you

These hands has too many memories
Too many scars to remember
I wish you could erase them

Your touch calms me down
But my past won't ever be erased
He is not my hunter
But I'm still somebodys prey

I still keep my hands in my pockets
so that you can't reach them
and the rain can't wash them
however, even with those deep scars,
they are still precious memories of him

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