rid me, by ♥ Break The Tradition Subscribe to rss feed for <i><b> ♥ Break The Tradition

rid me of this emotion
over flowing pain
rid me of this hurt
i have nothing to gain

oh rid me of this earth
from which i derive
oh rid me of this life
of which i have no worth

rid this world of someone like me
for i only bring a bad name to you all
rid this world of the pain i cause
i will only cause you all to fall

oh poor little world
spinning around
you have to deal with me
standing on your ground

and these tears i cry
sink down into your firey girth
oh poor little land
i am not worthy of this earth

so send me away
to a place we call hell
and for all of time
i shall burn and dwell 
Posted: 2006-02-06 02:47:18 UTC

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