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MY DEATH
Everyone says anything they want to say Always bringing me down No support, No hope, No gain. After they have got everything they want from you They'll just throw you away, like no friendship was made In the hard days of life You need someone to hold on to But when you need them and asked them, The hard days of your life would be The hardest days of eternity. The wind from the east eases my pain, The light from the sun glistens on my skin, The way everyone of you treats me, Breaks me and my dream How can I love? How can I be loved? If everyone of you treats me this way And everyone of you knows me this way How can I rise from the grave that you dug for me? How can I climb from th stairs that are brokn in my life? How can I? How can I? Till the end of my last breath and word Everything you did to me Will be just a wind That passed from my skin And never be the history of myself.. (* Inspired by "Can't Take That Away") Made: August 12, 2003
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