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your eyes slit these wrists and kill me so much better
than i ever did
used on december 2004
Phobics of Tragedy by Days of the New
' Nothing is Real when you're talkin'
I don't believe what I'm watchin'
Shelter me 'til it's over
Of what you want to believe
I'm afraid of what I see and
What I see is everything
Shelter me with my own hands
And with my hands I will depend
God I don't
know what to say
Everything is in my way
Get up and deal with the pain
Drowning your mind in the way
Let me sleep
I'll let you sleep
Put
on your mind frame
Take off your mind
Put on your heart
I'm going
down stream
Not the Same (same ol' saying) '
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sometimes
i think it would be nice to be fragile. then maybe once in a while someone would
be gentle
i feel so lost, especially when the sun shines, that
it accentuates how dark, how dark is my life.