Thrill, by Invisible Poet
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all the lovely targets to aim for
ah the thrill of the chase
each awaiting behind there own door
each one will come to my place
quietly i walk by, stalking my prey
they do not know who is to blame
and with the drama that arises each day
i simply continue playing the game
This highschool is only the playing board
and we are all unknowing players
to play however few can afford
most give up quietly muttering there prayers
while some flourish in this game
always arising on the winning side
most acquiring a fair amount of fame
bragging about the glory in there lies
some people call me different
the say im not like the rest
in this my friends are correct
for i love this game, and am simply the best |
Posted: 2010-03-31 17:15:41 UTC |
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2010-02-20 20:02:41 | Convalescence |
I like this one too. It's kind of.. realistic in a very weird way. :) |