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Post by WildCat on Aug 13, 2005 0:01:25 GMT -5
I really don't care what people think Put your feet in my shoes People living to talk, place no values on material things Lifes a material thing Take it and i wont even care Give it away, or if it stays, i don't think i'll care Reading poems on kids who conspire to commit suicide But before they die, they write another line It's the deepest, the best line from their mind Open up the mind of a madman Read it like a storybook They very notation of a madman can get you hooked Wrote these lines to bring my peotic side justice Atomics in my blood and my life has become a circus No idea tamers, my ideas are running wild in my mind Can get my thoughts together Dreams that have been realized are taking over my soul And i think i see holes in my fingers They don't cause pain, but no pain can still be lethal Lips chapped, eyes bloodshot as again a fade away Fade into the abyss of lost souls, who has taken me Wanna be saved, but can't commit my life to anything
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