nothing works, by hidden
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fallen
to the ground
fallen
dreams strewn around
realisation
dawns on me
realisation
it's not going to be
reality
it's cool taste
reality
as i make haste
acheivment
a broken dream
acheivment
no want to scream
Hope
for something better
hope
destroyer to the letter
All around me
they just don't care
they think it'll be fine
they don't see the dispare
the pain
of being wrong
of trying so hard
of never knowing all along
the delusion
of thinking your right
of unjustified arrogence
acts carried out despite
the blade cuts
but I'm not good enough
the sad songs drone
below a sombre moan
it falls to the ground
barely makes a sound
the steady drip
falling from the tip |
Posted: 2005-11-21 20:42:31 UTC |
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