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Dead Weeks
written by Misery09:49 PM 8/30/04i can't take it
i hate it
living in a life i hate
i don't believe in fate
cause my life so fucked up
the people that care for me
i only see once a week
and then the rest of the week is dead
dead weeks ahead
i want to sleep in bed
i can't keep on taking this crap
it's killing the mind in my head
it's gonna go away
it has to go away
i'm gonna make it go away
dull and unpretty
running around insane
where's the relife
my life's suck a mess
to many conflicts go unresolved
and the people that care for me
i only see once a week
then the rest of the week is dead
i try to do what is right
but it always is wrong
i try to do what is right
but i can't get along
flash backs of terror
freezes my brain into a migrain
i'm tired of doing all this work
if it's all for nothing.. |
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me and me brother write lyrics for our old band..i belong twistid it no longer exists...
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Emma! (8-30-2004 - 10:12 PM)
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