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you are freakin out, man
Join Date: Jan 2006
Location: ajax, ontario
Posts: 129
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BY POPULAR DEMAND... or just crowe yelling at me... here you go
---------------------------------- These Last Pages ---------------------------------- Where is your pity? And why am I alive Is a hopeful, happy future not a reason to accept "goodbye?" (What is a sacrifice?) The burden slides down from my shoulders Dragging off my wings, And now the evil that defined me Is replaced with warm and useless things (never your blessings) Living in the shadow of my very own disease And now my blessings all seem hollow, and this failure just flies free My hand meets yours for comfort, But yours stays here to hold the match steady For better or for worse It no longer hurts And now I'm finally ready (Burn these pages with me) I could have been the brave young boy And they would have read this diary (Burn these pages with me) I dont question why i feel again, but that these feelings (failures) came for free (Burn these pages with me) Now I know how you are ruled, by your dissappointment, your own misery Like a plague rules a patient, like these last pages will always rule me |
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