What you want, by Jeffery Grover Subscribe to rss feed for Jeffery Grover

Don't play me i'm done
i know what you want
a little control
a little more soul
i've had it i'm done
i know what i want
your time's almost over
my time's coming up
when everything's over
your life's on a string
my life's getting stronger
you can't feel a thing
you're blinded again
by what you think is right
but what you think is wrong
it's blinded by spite
i'm counting the hours
your time's almost up
your life's getting shorter
your moment's corrupt
i gave you a chance 
but you couldn't see
now the minutes expire
from ten down to three
and now that it's over
i hope that you see
control soul and power 
are not what you need
Posted: 2011-05-08 03:26:28 UTC

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