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Nov 12, 2004 20:09


I think with a little more work this would make an ass-kicking song, but that's just me...

Standing on the stage of ridicule

Sweat dripping from his temples

Flustered as he defends what he loves

Explaining what he believes is right

He thinks that he can win the fight

Never been so wrong in his life

Walking out the door he hopes for the best

This decides the future, his fate

Once again he’s been shot down

He’s been pushed back

Told what he can’t do

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He’s let down now

He was broken

He was shattered

He was torn apart

Suffocated in the depths of others decisions

Telling everyone he loves

Silently crying the tears he’s held back

All the time and effort he’s put in

It’s gone completely unnoticed

Back to the drawing board he goes

To his mediocre life he that he loathes

He has to stand strong

Show them what he’s made of

He will rise again

Blowing them away like they never expected

Showing them exactly what he’s made of

No longer is he restricted

He can finally be himself

Believe what he knows

Without someone telling him he blows

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