Reservations only., by a rose by any other name would hurt just as bad.
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I can't find a way in.
It's dark out here.
I'm all alone.
While everyones happy
I'm cold as stone.
I give an excuse,
"reservations only"
No idea how he can see me.
No one else can while their in there.
This person says he cant help.
He tried years ago
but i sad no.
What happened its an easy in!?
I was supposed to be there
with my mommy.
I'm supposed to be there
with poppy.
Do they not care?
Can they not see?
This faults not all me,
please let me in!
"It's to late,
Your life line is wearing thin.
You had your ticket in,
Every one does.
Well, when they begin.
They lose it.
As i guess you did.
You lost your way.
Chose the wrong road.
Thats all i have to say.
You don't have much time left.
Can't you here the sound,
The voices,
calling from the deep?
You spent what time you had making excuses,
your to weak.
Now its time to let go.
i tried to help, remember?
You said no. |
Posted: 2007-08-29 01:59:55 UTC |
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