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infamous nimbus
Join Date: Mar 2006
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Listen to this story
About my home. About all the time that I spent alone. And during fights all the Plates that were thrown The screaming echoed eve- (every) -ry one that broke So when you ask me why I seem so shy. It's cuz I've been quiet Most of my life. Not much to say cuz I Never liked fights. And when I was home thats All I would find. (Chorus) I dont even know what Love really is. No I couldn't tell you The truth of it. Someone great said its all You really need. Oh no, so where the f.uck Does that leave me? (/Chorus) So I would run and hide Down in my room. Try to think of something That I could do Legos, paper airplanes, Computer too Couldn't wait till I could Go back to school (Chorus) Not too cool but I would Just find a smile. It would hide the hate for A little while The family split while I Was still a child I guess thats just the A- -merican style (Chorus x2) |
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