Nothing Left But Nothing, by LostSoul Subscribe to rss feed for LostSoul

You walk here with your painted face looking at magazines
you wish you were
You ignore the things that matter you're too caught up with
her
Your faking fake you've erased the thing that's real
Replaced it with your fantasy now your reality you've
sealed

It doesn't matter it's over there's nothing left to behold
You're too gone to hold
You've become your greateast liar and you're dying from what
you've told
You don't care there's nothing left to love
Your too caught up with yourself no one can save you, not
even love

I myself have given up from what is real, there's nothing
left to feel
Too many times we've tried but everyday it's the same deal
you can't be real

I wont' waste my time with you miss beauty queen
Your piercing eyes is not what it seems
You can blame me, yes I'm too mean, loving you is special
you screamed

But I'm left here stranded, yes I'm mean, I'm blind from
faking
I'm dying, I'm crying
There's nothing left to say you've pulled the trigger and
there's nothing
Nothing left but nothing
Posted: 2009-05-17 07:30:54 UTC

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