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Author: Ares1020
Fiction Rated: K - English - Angst - Reviews: 9 - Published: 08-01-03 - Updated: 08-01-03 - id:1371270
On my own term
and
In my own time
I will come to learn
yes
I will come to find.
The respect my friends have earned
is
Not returned in kind.

But Now I'm getting tired:
I'm Tired of the games
Where I never had any fun
I'm Tired of the lies
Not trusting any one
I'm just tired inside

On my own term
and
In my own time
I will come to learn
yes
I will come to find.
The money I have to burn
is
Only in my mind.

And Now I begin to hunger:
I Hunger for what everyone needs,
A place to feel loved.
I Hunger for what everone wants,
A sign from above.
I can't stop this felling inside.

On my own term
and
In my own time
I will come to learn
yes
I will come to find.
My old worry and concern
is
Just an empty sign.

Of a time when I used to care:
Cared about my friends,
And all they did for me.
Cared about my future and my life,
And the places it would let me see.
I just don't care anymore.
I just don't care.



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