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[Mar. 27th, 2007|04:44 pm] |
It's only a mere fiction,
your addiction to the friction
as your curse your own conviction
An infliction of my prediction
when you're asking for salvation
as they question dedication
like a plague across the nation,
disease and inflamation
Like a darkness in the street ends
like a breeze that would only cleanse
Like a long forgotten best friend
Spinning stories in the deep end
You're just an inventory
Of a long forgotten story
In the land of hope and glory
Trying to whisper that you're sorry
Like a heart that's gone awry
Like maybe we thought we could fly
Blood red clouds to now fill that sky
And I know the end is here nigh
All that's left here is the mission
A long broken condition
Just another supposition
Did we make the right decision?
Now we float into the abyss
Now we know there's something amiss
Try and try just to dismiss
searching for a way to the bliss
Starving hearts are bleeding deep red
With affection, longs to be fed
An addiction has now fled
And without it, we are just dead.
Tip, it's supposed to said fast. |
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