alt_esc
02/05/10, 05:30 PM
Haven't written anything in an obnoxious amount of time. If you would, post a comment.
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It is what it's always been, unreal.
Filth from the mouth of a liar,
Lost like your eyes, moments from who you really are.
I'm tired of the empty,'love you'.
Not a fan of sinking feelings,
You seem to really care for breaking the bad news.
And you wonder why i'm gone next year.
What's eight months to 17 years?
I give no credit to your abandoned- my dear sister.
You don't know that i'm aware.
It seems that money you've thrown away has become nothing,
nothing compared to the family he's cast aside.
The worst hasn't worn off yet- do I want it to?
And you wonder why i'm gone next year.
I know i'm obedient,
I never leave witout permission- or speak.
I've never been a kid.
You tell them all that we're lovely,
Don't you believe it?
Of course it's shot to hell- all to hell.
Why do you wonder why i'm gone next year?
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................................... ................................... ................................... .................
It is what it's always been, unreal.
Filth from the mouth of a liar,
Lost like your eyes, moments from who you really are.
I'm tired of the empty,'love you'.
Not a fan of sinking feelings,
You seem to really care for breaking the bad news.
And you wonder why i'm gone next year.
What's eight months to 17 years?
I give no credit to your abandoned- my dear sister.
You don't know that i'm aware.
It seems that money you've thrown away has become nothing,
nothing compared to the family he's cast aside.
The worst hasn't worn off yet- do I want it to?
And you wonder why i'm gone next year.
I know i'm obedient,
I never leave witout permission- or speak.
I've never been a kid.
You tell them all that we're lovely,
Don't you believe it?
Of course it's shot to hell- all to hell.
Why do you wonder why i'm gone next year?