18 August 2006
With so much lies and so much pain
I find it hard to believe again
With so much ties and so much gain
I find it hard to live with friends
So much to see so much to view
But there’s nothin else to what I see in you
You are the greatest irony I’ve ever conceived
There’s nothing that I feel
Except for sadness and guilt
Heed my words listen to my voice
You don’t need to runaway and take
My life.
Burn my ashes and let it fly…
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