Child of Yours, by Loneliness is condescending
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All you do is tell me to grow up
Yet my life is not my own
To afraid to speak up
To head strong to let it drop
The conceit is growing in my mind
Blacking my heart till my eyes shine blood
The chill against my skin is no match against this thawing
heart
The only words you hear are the fear brought silence
So I’ll fill the pages with hateful words I’ll never
speak
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Posted: 2005-09-12 01:48:06 UTC |
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