boredom and a pen

Nov 24, 2004 18:02

i will never be the same since last i heard it
only when i am alone i feel this
a sense of the old man with no eyes
he blessed me with something i don't believe
his lips showed a nonbeliever

burned with no scars to show for my war
the blood is still there
drenching my shirt, my head held high
i can't breathe for you
i can't even breathe for myself right now
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