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My personal river.
your own son hasnt talked to you in four days.
where is he?right down the hall.
Sure, you may have been angry.
But did you have to go saying such cruel things
to both me and him, tears fell like acid rain.
But tears fall no more.
for every second you spend not talking to him
is just another click in my head
that confirms, your my personal river.
So im building a bridge and getting over you.
because you will bring
self destruction, of the worst kind.[/font]
where is he?right down the hall.
Sure, you may have been angry.
But did you have to go saying such cruel things
to both me and him, tears fell like acid rain.
But tears fall no more.
for every second you spend not talking to him
is just another click in my head
that confirms, your my personal river.
So im building a bridge and getting over you.
because you will bring
self destruction, of the worst kind.[/font]
Published 19th May 2010
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