Bullet41
ubw rookie
Joined: May 22, 2005
Location: Bracknell
Posts: 120
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| Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 1:23 am |
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The truth of life is an open wound to all eyes but you know that’s only a lie.
So I seat here in the hospital bed knowing that we’re all going to die.
With a golden tear on the pillow, but boys don’t cry.
So I decided to give up without even giving a fight.
But at least I know tragedies are always right.
So f**k this pain, and f**k this life.
My little friends always talk about sex.
And wear a plastic under their breast and ‘cover it’ all under their fragile dress,
But nakedness isn’t a dress.
But that’s their problem I guess.
But lessons in life isn’t going to wait for poor old Fred.
So I beat myself up,
Hoping to write a good song.
But daddy never said hurting yourself is wrong,
Because he never cried about the scar on my arm,
Only laugh at how f**ked up I’m.
But God knows why Patrick is my dad.
If he didn’t want me why did he have sex. (But is that even a question?)
Maybe i was just not meant to know,
But maybe answers will learn to come when age decide to grow,
In the eyes of the innocent and the young. |
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I don't understand why it's called "Colouring Pen" though. please explain?? i just want to understand how you came up with it
