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Sang to a guitar riff that I once swore to myself I would never write lyrics to, because no words could put forth the pain I felt when playing it. That's why it's named Nothing. About not being heard, not being able to express yourself the way you wish to, about pure pain. R&R
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst - Words: 99 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Published: 11-09-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3072885
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If you could hear
Would you listen to me?
I can't be
What I want to be
And that is free
I'll never see what you see
You ain't me
I want to be free
But I can't escape at all
I thought love was beautiful
But I was wrong
Yeah
I'm living life but I don't care
I'm with you know but my mind's not there
If you could hear
Would you listen to me honestly?
It doesn't seem
To be
What you want to see
Not me
I thought life was beautiful
But I think I'm wrong
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