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By cjking Submitted by hairdiva Date: 2007 Mar 05 Comment on this Work [[2007.03.05.18.08.10751]] |
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It's times like these I don't know which way is up And I wonder of the dance In which we all spin around. I never wanted to grow up Perhaps I still have not But I know this for sure: I am not that much unlike the rest of you. Love destroys me, piece by piece But I keep coming back for more Like a junkie, absent their needle I yearn, I am brought to me knees. Just to have that feeling again I tell myself to stop, just stop But I look around and see the world coupled Their own fix for each other. I work on rehabilitating myself I can white-knuckle my life away And let's face it, really. If I've made it this far, can I not make it the rest? Who says I am not my own entity, entire of myself? Who says I need not sleep alone? Who says? |