TV. Set, by Loneliness is condescending
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Soul stealer mind crusher
Your nothing I can’t control
Without me you are useless
Some how you run my life
Waking I rush to you
Sleeping I dream with you
How easily I can send you away
Every day I say I will
Yet still I sit adsorbed
Alive within your conversation
None of them addressed to me
Tell me of the pretty people
Explain to me a Childs suffering
Steal my soul a bit again tonight
Tell me of your loneness
Soon your friends are filling every room with chatter I
can’t hear
When your finally silent
It fills my heart with ache
Anxiety of missing another failing life
Show me my distorted reflection
Crush my mind
This television set
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Posted: 2005-08-20 05:29:35 UTC |
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2006-03-28 20:13:35 | lost the lonely dead |
nice yeah that is a lot like the other one but i think in some ways i like yours better then mine |