My House of Cards Will Never Stand, by Loneliness is condescending
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With a falsehood of smiles, regret
Dodging around the point that brought us here
Our last greeting, finial farewell
Yet we joke and play
Like tomorrows another day
This emptiness growing
I’m fighting off the truth
We need another day to think of all the things we’ll never
say
Brother by heart
The sun has set
Our time is up
An empty room
Empty day
Followed by eternity
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Posted: 2005-09-29 00:14:06 UTC |
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2006-04-18 18:28:13 | lost the lonely dead |
i thinks that i like it...still a little uncertain but its cool the last part from Brother by heart on is my favorite part |