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No Real Reason
written by blackened_rose02:24 AM 1/3/05There's no real reason to except this pain
No real reason for these things to change
Nothing in life is holding me here
No one is counting me dear
Life is a puzzle box
One that I can't answer
To compicated for the less fortunate
For I'm not a believer
In these times of loneliness
And fears uncontinued
These things that are endlessly happening
And make people seem so rude
Why does life seem so empty
But with some, seem so full?
How does it begin this way
And makes me feel so old?
These endless things to change
Could help save the world
But they seem out of my reach
And unto the land untward
Help me threw this pain, love
But you seem to laugh at me
Thought that you wanted my hope
But lies blinded me
Why does everything end with me dieing
More and more, bit by bit?
I'm just here crying my fears
On this bed I do sit
Bleeding to death,
Seems like a good idea
Somethings I'll do
Just to see the end of you |
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