Reach, by Pyro-Knyght{J}
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its not fair, for me to wake up every night to tears
while someone else promised to take away her fears
its not fair, i gotta make a choice that effects my life
one step closer to this edge found the answers with my
knife
and its not fair, every time that image plays burned into my
head
its almost been a week since ive slept in my own bed
well its not fair we have to go on living this way
every mornings differnt cant find a path to go
i only wish that no one else out there feels like this
cuz id rather bite the dust
one last time, i wanna hear and believe what you say
but i dont know if i can go on living this way
one last time, ill try my hardest to make things right
dont know if i should take up arms with a differnt fight
One Last Time, we'll say our goodbyes
and have to watch those tears fall from our eyes
One last time for us to start over again
its like the blade of a saw that doesnt have an end
always ever after just out of reach
at least in the end we'll have lessons to teach
let go, of everything you've ever held close
you always have to give up what you care for most
let go, of that which you never thought was real
cause if you dont in the end someone else will steal
let go, one last time of everything you'v had your eye on
prepare your self for the future cause your past is gone
Let go before you've held on way too long
its like the bottom of a bottle and you cant go on
nothings left for you down there anymore
you gotta pick it up from the pieces you left broken else
where....
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Posted: 2006-03-23 07:57:47 UTC |
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