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The only thing I ask
is that you don't laugh
as I slowly break down
my pride.
I'll tell you my thoughts, my fears,
and why I cry these tears,
that beat like a drum
like my heart,
pounding the rhythem to my life.
Constantly,
like the ticking of the clock
counting down the hours
minutes.
Untill they all stop.
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part 2
Stop calling my name,
like I can do something.
Everyone sceaming and shouting,
I can't do nothing.
Don't count on me,
Because I can't be,
that thing that you picture,
inside your mind.
I don't want to hear it.
I'll cover my ears,
just because I'm scared.
Scared that you,
don't even care.
Scared it'll all fall aprart,
just like a puzzel.
When you try to pick it up,
it all just crumbles.
((there will be a third part....maybeeee.....))
 kiwiKassa · Sun Sep 10, 2006 @ 11:53pm · 0 Comments |
