when will i rise from this toss turn sleep
with nothing holding me down into this bed
bring the dirt and make it my grave
won't you do it please?
everthing is shit, i owe, i lag, i try, i fail, i hate
the pseudo love the world brings on pretty wings
it sunk my dreams at sixteen
i can't laugh, love, breath, feel, or fuck
without knowing my life is
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i want them tattooed.
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and whisper words so far from true
"...everything will be fine"
its weird how i think about lyrics from songs, and then the next thing i know the song is on your livejournal. we have a lot in common.
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as the brain or something haha
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not as...
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