a little thing called life, by its just enough to feel the scream inside.. Subscribe to rss feed for its just enough to feel the scream inside..

youre born with one, 
you die with one, 
you live with one, 
its a little thing called life.

we take it for granted,
we abuse it,
its not a priviliage, 
its a gift...

people see that they arent good enough for it, 
people see that its not good enough for them, 
so they take drastic action, 
and make all their problems, 
go away.

they do stupid things, 
that make people sad, 
and mad.

they ruin their lives, 
bc they think its right, 
but once they 'fix' it, 
they wish they had just left it, 
in it's peices, 
on the ground, 
for it to get broken, 
even more.

they never looked at the bright side, 
they never tried to get help, 
they waited for it to hit them, 
instead of them hitting it, 

it took them by storm, 
it broke them more, 

but if you think, 
of who they are with, 
either Satan or God, 
either one, 
they must be happier, 
then they ever were, 
when they had...
this little thing called life.

--kayan
Posted: 2005-05-23 20:51:51 UTC

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