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Aug 23, 2005 19:20

i broke my collarbone trying to reach for the truth
i saw a pretty girl the other day and it made me think of you
i follow people sometimes trying to figure out their lives
understanding is not the same thing as knowing
i pretend to know the color of your eyes
but i understand what keeps you up at night
thoughts of him will be the death of you
your funeral will be a celebration
6 feet under or 600 miles over
you'll always be under me

grow a backbone so i can rip it out
your chest is just a cavity where nothing is found
inside a spot where your heart once lay
it use to be worth something before you gave it away
i feel like a doctor with the knowledge of your anatomy
but any boy that's ever been around you could say the same as me
i write with hate in the ink that i use to write your name
once i bleed this dry, maybe i can do you the same
if love is blind, then these words are my brail
because now i can make a clean getaway, and these words are my trail

it's so fun to freestyle.
edc
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