Wednesday, November 23, 2005

somehow we all receive the same amount.
its either love or pride.

it hurts to see her lying there in pain.
birth, grow old, fall ill and die is wad all life is abt.

its kinda tough on us for the last few weeks.
soon we can see the light.

im burning in the heavens,
and im drowning in the hell,
my soul's in a coma,
and none of my friends can tell,
im reaching out of getting nothing,
this is juz a story of a broken soul.
as days go by my heart grows cold,
i can't seem to let these all pass me by,
so take me and let me in,
don't break me and shut me out.

im surprised.

06/06/06
3:23 AM

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