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your eyes slit these wrists and kill me so much better
than i ever did
used on November 2004 Poetry Page
Plush by Stone Temple Pilots
' And I feel that time’s a wasted go
So where ya going to tommorrow?
And I see that these are lies to come
Would you even care?
And I feel it
And I feel
it
Where ya going for tommorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she
smell alone?
And I feel, so much depends on the weather
So is it raining
in your bedroom?
And I see, that these are the eyes of disarray
Would
you even care?
And I feel it
And she feels it
Where ya going
to tommorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and
I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?
When
the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it,
to find it, to find it
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait
for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
Where ya going for tommorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When
the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?
When the dogs do
find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it,
to find it
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
To find it
To find it
To find it
'
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i feel so lost, especially when the sun shines, that
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