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07/10/09, 09:00 PM
can't seem to find them,
mind blank; at loss.
if anger was worse, i don't need it.
you're finding them for me, how i hate need.
to hate the language, spoken as terror,
but it's all that i have that can't leave me.
if tomorrow i woke with nothing to say,
i'd like to never know a worse type of pain
it's what i have that may soon be taken; gone as it had come.
these words, lyrics, i seem to hide in are what i have left of a home.
without this comfort of something that seems to make me nothing; weak,
i find in it the reluctance to form these lines i rely on
hell, who cares what i've got to say?
until i capture the inspirations needed, i've yet to find those i'm looking for.
mind blank; at loss.
if anger was worse, i don't need it.
you're finding them for me, how i hate need.
to hate the language, spoken as terror,
but it's all that i have that can't leave me.
if tomorrow i woke with nothing to say,
i'd like to never know a worse type of pain
it's what i have that may soon be taken; gone as it had come.
these words, lyrics, i seem to hide in are what i have left of a home.
without this comfort of something that seems to make me nothing; weak,
i find in it the reluctance to form these lines i rely on
hell, who cares what i've got to say?
until i capture the inspirations needed, i've yet to find those i'm looking for.