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Jul 26, 2011 15:56:02 GMT -5
Post by sparkle on Jul 26, 2011 15:56:02 GMT -5
THE JUNKIE
THEY SAY WE HURT THE ONES WE LOVE I GUESS IT'S PROBALY TRUE BUT HOW DO YOU COPE WHEN YOU LOSE ALL HOPE AND THE ONE'S THAT YOU LOVE HURT YOU
ALL YOUR NEEDS AND PLANTED SEEDS AND EVERY THING THAT MATTERED GO OUT OF SIGHT IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT AND ALL YOUR DREAMS LIE SHATTERED
THE LIES YOU TOLD THE THINGS YOU SOLD ANYTHING SO YOU COULD SCORE ALL OUR DREAMS AND MIGHT HAVE BEENS SILENCED BY DEATHS DARK DOOR
YOU HAD A CHOICE YOU HAD A VOICE WHY DID YOU HAVE TO START AND TIME CAN'T HEAL AND TIME CAN'T SEAL YOUR LOVED ONES BROKEN HEART
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