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Author: amature god
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst - Reviews: 2 - Published: 02-11-06 - Updated: 02-11-06 - id:2110444

The pain lost inside as it tears away

I cant seem to stand laying in the puddle

But its not water its not mud

And I watch to see that its not my blood

Its that of societies, fucked up and fragile

Lost with in this unfortunate war

Lifeless and low, beyond the dreams of me

I cant wait to leave so I can just stop having to see

Everything that’s not right in this world

Everything that’s destroyed by those who don’t care

Everything that goes wrong with every move I make

I am sick of it go ahead push see how much more I can take

And I am the opitimie of everything you envy

You hurt me now but not cause you want to cause you cant stand

That everything I am you wish you could be

I was always there and you hated it because you were gone

The past is shut you cant open it again

To relive hell is something I stray against and I know it wont be worth it

So I’m never gonna go thru it again and I refuse to let this be it

I’m done and moving on I’m sick of my own life enough

That you cant make it worse and I just don’t feel like

Listening to all the bullshit you have with in

Get some real problems then come to me cause this petty

Crap is over with I wont indulge you anymore and I wont

Let this be my down fall I’m more then you can ever be

I say this with love of letting you know that

Your not the only that can control me in this

And I’m done being scared and done being petrified

Let me enter my own world

Cause I’m sick of the turmoil the game got old

I couldn’t keep going thru it I couldn’t do it

Did you get what you wanted?

I ‘m gone is that what you wanted

Did you secretly want me to run and you just waited till now to tell me

Life really seems pointless now doesn’t it

Gonna have to find someone else to play the mind games with

I’m sorry cause I hate to disappoint but I would rather

Do it to you then to me cause I’m sick of beating myself

Other people do that enough



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