Some lines popping up in my head the other day.
Just a kind of feeling a can't explain.


Perhaps you would like to kill me?

False memories, sleeping heads
Children torn, out of their beds

I don't want to sleep away
My whole life, my whole day

The world is such a lonely place
I've got to much fear to face

Lying parents, sharing pain
it's to much, my little brain

Maybe I will sleep once more
Without calling her a cracking whore

Do they know what they leave
Don't know what could acheive

I make them suffer, it's allright
Soon I'm in my second fight





Words by barbeina
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Written on 2006-03-13 at 23:28

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