Kathryn Garner Biography

This is a stolen identity
Because I’m bent on forgetting me
All left is my eyes
And I think their gonna die
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come save me
theres something more to me
shes got it in a promise ring
given by her love
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Wish you had a heart to kill
Wish I had a heart to steal
And in your mistakes
I wish you could feel
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my eyes burn more than a rising sunset
provoking the horizon to dare
and arise to the challenge
every time i look at you
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looking in the full sized mirror
that still fits to my size
then the fabrication of myself is so much nearer
and decieving
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