may 25 2005, by foxxy_rose
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maybe its my fault
you know the whole result
im tired of this pain
it feels like constant rain
i hope itll be fine
and my life will still be mine
but nothing is for sure
and nothing is pure
it may be great on the surface
but what the hells the purpose
because if all is wrong
i will be singing the same old song
i dont know what ill do
if i ever lose you
no matter where i am
i feel its all a sham
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Posted: 2006-09-14 22:57:11 UTC |
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