There's a point I think we're missing,
It's in the air we raise our fists in
the remnants of people I've left behind
the lost loves of days gone by
and things I'll dream until I die
whats the point we have in life?
whats the point is it a game
every day its all the same
you get a stupid fruitless name
with a million others who also lay claim.
Poetry by Pokershark
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Written on 2009-04-18 at 23:33
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It's in the air we raise our fists in
always looking back
when I look inside myself what do I find?the remnants of people I've left behind
the lost loves of days gone by
and things I'll dream until I die
whats the point we have in life?
whats the point is it a game
every day its all the same
you get a stupid fruitless name
with a million others who also lay claim.
Poetry by Pokershark
Read 821 times
Written on 2009-04-18 at 23:33
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