Jan 13, 2004 18:34
we all begin out with good intent
when love is raw and young
we believe that we can change ourselves
the past can be undone
but we carry on our back the burdens time always reveals
in the lonely light of morning
in the wound that would not heal
it's the bitter taste of losing everything
i've held so dear
_ i've fallen and i can't get up
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