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Jun 03, 2005 12:23

clouding my mind with a pack of cigs a day doesnt seem to work

this feeling is eating me from the inside,no matter how much i cry,this bullshit is gonna continue to hurt

the blood from my arms are a reminder of a unforunate event that happened in my life,because i have a feeling im not gonna win back the one i want as my wife

now im wondering must i be so gullable?

how the hell do i know that im reliable?

these are the questions i ask myself to the father and to the mother

to give me strength

give me a light

show me the way

cause im close to the edge of choosing the blade to my wrist

or a bullet to my temple

as much as i want it,its never simple

god must be trying me,to see if i will give up

this bullshit keeps going at me like im trying to pop a pimple

my minds blank

my souls broken

my hands are shaking

my life continues to drain

this is one of the times where i wish it could rain...

-WSSK-
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