By Farah |
Submitted by twisted_lie
Date: 2004 Dec 17
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My life; my beautiful disaster piece,|
no matter where I run,you're like a deadly disease..
Broken dreams,haunt me in my sleep,
vague future,I'm in too deep..
People that pass by and go through life,
the friends you thought,stab you with a knife..
A world sinking in a war of blood,
foot prints left,imprinted in mudd..
Nothing lasts forever or so I believe,
for people aren't honest with each other,they just decieve.