BackAlright, now that I've bored you to death, you can go back to your life or lives. whatever
CornerI sit and I cry In my little cornor Resisting the urge to die My Cornor, the only place where I'm not a foreignerCorner
All I hear are my wrongs Never my rights Never hearing what I long Instead it's all fights
While everyone laughs I cry They aren't torn in halfs I am, I feel like I'm going to die No one hears my cries No one sees my tears
No one knows that I live a lie No one understands my fears Except my little cornor
Birthday MarchUnexpected on a day of rememberance and joy Everyone gathers unaware of an evil ployBirthday March
51, but still young but strong, celebrating a special day Happy Birthday,they'll say
Friends come from their homes, and family come from far away If only they knew how they'll remember this day
Christmas in December, St.Patrick's in March Birthday's in May, forgotten during the funeral processions final march
Bringing to a closing, Everyone now cries His heart gave in and he had to die
MyMy anger blazes like a fire Burning my hope to ashes My teachs fall like April rain Drowning my heart My fist clench like a claw of life Clutching together not to give in My thoughts fall like tumbling rocks Falling away from anything good My love long ago dwindled like cooling coals Burning out each passing moment My father saw me like a deadly disease Scattering away from meMy
Cheers,
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“I just locked an open door... strange, yet symbolically compelling” Manny Calavera
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<+3
thankyou for the add
you rule
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~.~To take life for granted, dying now would be redundant~.~
also,
M.J. =
therefore
M.J. =
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As you wait for the Lord, you are not alone....
*glomps*
How ya doin'?
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The Blackest Night falls from the skies.
The darkness grows as all light dies.
We crave your hearts and your demise.
By my black hand, the dead shall rise!
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