SaveYourSoul
ubw newbie
Joined: Nov 10, 2005
Posts: 30
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| Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2005 7:29 pm |
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Look at what you stole
I need to drink
I need to pray
I need all that therapy
To get me away
You fabricate all your issus
from dreams you had
You say were similar
When I came over
Everything you had
is like nothing I could ever have
Its funny how you think
everythings outdated and thrifty
where everything you would throw out
i would rush to keep
Look at what you stole
I need to drink
I need to pray
I need all that therapy
To get me away
You say your middle class
and that your falling down the ladder
when you came over
you jumped back
gasped and said
oh my god
why do you still own that ?
the next day
rumors questions and whispers
come from each cliche
each one(coming harder coming harder)
trying to annihilate me
I rested my head in class
shut my eyes
and said this lulaby to myself
Look at what you stole
I need to drink
I need to pray
I need all that therapy
To get me away
Constanent after vowel
vowel after constanent
everyword that creates a sentance
gets in deeper and deeper
pulling out more and more
walking through the hallways
they point there finger and laugh
at every article of clothing
and every inch of my body
(they want to annihilate me
more and more)
Look at what you stole
I need to drink
I need to pray
I need all that therapy
To get me away
I hit my head against the locker
keep telling me that lulaby
I dont think it will work anymore |
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