ending, by Pyro-Knyght{J}
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not exactly the normal routine
i may wash my face and brush my teeth
but 1 things different 1 thing not seen
every time i rest my head, its on a magazine
Just waiting for when i wake in the course of that dream
and want to take my life now i have the means
I have the anger, reasons, distance and pleas
so I sit at home & wonder all about you
and how many times you've said it too
I WISH THIS LIFE WOULD JUST END |
Posted: 2007-09-06 09:08:50 UTC |
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