nothing might be the only thing left, by a rose by any other name would hurt just as bad.
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nothing left to do
nothing left for us to forget
nothing to forgive
everythings' already been set
what are we living for
death?
life's cycle so cruel
forcing every last breath
mocked and reticuled
but we have love we have hope
faith?
nope
everything is fate
pulled every which way
by as rope
no reason to stay
when were just lead to stray
so what do we do when we have something
to live for
and that one thing is the thing
you'de die for
everything to bring
happiness
everything youde ever
love
an addiction
to the best drug?
a question yet to be answered
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| Posted: 2007-08-30 22:15:34 UTC |
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| 2007-07-04 17:05:09 | mary nelson |
| I am not sure what you mean by an addiction to the best drug? What is the question yet to be answered?
Mary Nelson |
| 2007-07-26 00:33:41 | a rose by any other name would hurt just as bad. |
| is love an addiction not a feeling? can you answer that is it something we crave we can live with out it but we choose not to but to me love is something someone doesnt need its just there and its one of the best things we could have. i gues thats the way i explain it
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