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Trial and Error
Contributed by
desolated_denial
on
Thursday, 15th December 2005 @ 11:41:24 PM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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I don't have an answer, I never heard the question, Time fleets on without me and I never saw it going. Back to the beginning, where we first met The the womb of the wounded The tomb of the birthing ones I'm not that intelligent, I'm told it's a facade I'm not that pretty, and I never grew up I'm told that i'm a judas, responsible for the devil himself I don't know why ... [I'm not even sure how high] I turn around the corner and I'm slammed in the face, My wounds are all my fault and the proof was gone for awhile I'm told i'm not a good one The girl who's hand is slapped I'm told i'm not the sympathy queen who learned how to jump into the lap [[ of "god" ]] I never cared that much, Until my apathy cried Then I had no where No where could the wear hide. I sit on my knees, scrub the grime from an iron heart Never quite clean Never quite the perfect part I told i'm not the answer I never even heard it coming I told i'm not the question Too numb to look for anything
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