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Author: LostNurThoughtz
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst/Drama - Reviews: 1 - Published: 05-15-05 - Updated: 05-15-05 - id:1913725

How well did you know this life?

Tell me how well, how well you know my life?
The one u despise,
The one filled with lies,
The one that you agonize,
Making me withdraw, slashing all ties,
Tell me damn it, how well you know my life,
Do u know this girl who sits at night?
The one who cries,
But is always right?
The one wishing she'd die,
After every one of her fights?
Tell me how well you know this life.
The one that sits and constantly sighs,
Sleepless nights, in her bed she writhes,
Unaware of why she still tries,
Who prays she doesn't wake when it's the sun that will rise?
Who's often told she is quite unwise?
How well do you know this life?
The one with no one by her side?
No one to trust in no one she confides?
Instead she blocks it out making it hide,
trying not to show emotion on the outside,
locking it all up letting it burn on the inside,
This life is one hell of a ride,
How well do you know this life?
The one who wants no impact on what one decides,
the one who has caused many relationships to divide,
How well do you know this life?
The one who was little wished to fly,
So maybe she could runaway to the sky,
Get a way, without a comply,
Soar in the wind, a little kite,
How well do you know this life?
The one who forces a happy guise,
The one who worries constantly over her size,
The one that determination drives,
Who wants to be the one to save lives,
Help to make this world thrive,
How well do you know this life?
So now here we go she seems so shy,
She's stressed out over this girl and guy,
Answering them in monosyllabic replies,
She's shaky now, a suicidal might,
So tell me how well did you know this life?



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