Always i’m Followed by My Imaginary Friend

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By Loneliness is condescending

Sitting here looking at all those beaming faces Their joy is over whelming Boisterous laughter fills the room its all-so sickening The deep emptiness is echoing a painful song What happened to my emotion? Stolen long ago Can't really say I want them back But I'm tired of the hollow feeling eating me alive Slowly pulling the knife from my back Pain is my ecstasy You give me a passing glance of slight distain Why didn't you just stab me in the heart? So I could have looked you in the eyes and seen the truth Holding the knife you gave to me I'll return it to you Smiling a true friend stabs you in the face I'll take back my ability to feel Hoping that its sill locked up within you This is the end of the line I thought my heart entrapped in ice but now I know its dead Leave me hear and take you love I can not be saved

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March 3, 2006 15:59lost the lonely dead

i like it, yeah it sometimes sucks getting stuck in a crowd of happy people when your struggling through stuff and you feel alienated by their joy