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Dead pt 2
Contributed by
savedbydeath
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Monday, 9th August 2004 @ 07:46:50 PM in AEST
Topic:
toughstuff
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too many things we told but never the meaning
of this un-told life,living with a man that is such
a sold-out,he don't even know what i'm all about
and he drives out over the bridge every day and night
not enough said when i go to bed,i live in a house
that reminds me of a shed,all i wanted to find was
some kind of happiness,instead i find myself
destroyed and torchured and no one knows
just how i feel,too many peircings to count
too many tattoos to show in one day
in my bed all day and all night,i feel dead,not enough
bright coours,whats there to say when i live with him and
i hate him so much he makes me feel dead,dead in my bed
dead all the time dead in my head,i live in a shed but i'm dead
living without the ***** up memories of you beating me,i'm dead
with my eyes opened but never show a blink,this song is almost done
not because i'm outa ink but i'm so dead can't type no more
this man i live with is my father,why do i even bother living
i might as well just die right here right now,wow i wanna die
don't show when i sit up on my bed all night and cry because
he hid all the sharp objects and ropes,maybe i won't kill myself
i'll just kill him,i just might be happier then anybody else living
sitting on the couch is like sitting on an old tomb stone
i'm sitting there all alone,sitting there all night waiting
to see the bright light indicating i can go home,i'll
never ever see that light cuz i'll never be going home
i miss her so much i need her here with me today
i remember the days we would just lay in her bed
and talk talk about the things that we wished could
happen but with her gone them wished and gone
with her too,now i'm here,i've been here for years
showing no fears,hiding all my tears
dead
dead
dead for all the right reasons
in my bed all day and all night,i feel dead,not enough
bright coours,whats there to say when i live with him and
i hate him so much he makes me feel dead,dead in my bed
dead all the time dead in my head,i live in a shed but i'm dead
living without the ***** up memories of you beating me,i'm dead
with my eyes opened but never show a blink,this song is almost done
not because i'm outa ink but i'm so dead can't type no more
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2004-08-09 19:46:50]
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Re: Dead pt 2
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by cheech on
Monday, 9th August 2004 @ 10:00:56 PM AEST
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i feel ur anger and pain and also emotions,i know what its like to have dreams and wishes with another who r gone away and them dreams and wishes r gone with them 2,keep up the good work!
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