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Jan 12, 2006 15:18

Posting postal in 3 locations,
desperate seeking for attention you heard.
It's like someone hitting the lights when you were sleeping,
you wake up pissed and ready to fight.

"You don't know me"
But I do, But I do,
I looked in the mirror
and it was you, it was you.

So now that I've declared it,
we're all the same,
you'll try running,
but it's still pain, it's still pain,
in the backseat.

Allow me, to put on rock and roll,
wear it like a coat of armour,
like a shield against your lies,
we're all just faking,
we're all just fronting,
but I make it something
when you aren't looking.

Dear Diary, the next few lines,
will be posted, and left for dead.
It doesn't matter does it, what I did
what I said,
it's still not what I'm trying to get at,
what I'm trying to get at?
your bed.
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