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Plagued
written by Genocide Reaper03:23 PM 3/7/05Sifting through the past, I see how fucked up it was, I’m glad it couldn’t last.
Using you to get high, I’m glad those times are now in the past.
I’m still focusing on shit I shouldn’t, but it runs so my mind so fast.
It hurts with every breath, every thought, Its all fucking insane.
I guess that’s why I blame it all on my self, all this pain.
Craving a cure, since then, and now forever, searching for something to make it better.
Will I ever find peace of mind?
Can I get an antidote for the poison inside?
Too much faith in blood that wasn’t there.
Just a fucked up situation, with fucked up people that couldn’t care.
All the images, all the regrets, all the bullshit still stuck in my head.
Iv done a lot of things I shouldn’t have, and for that maybe its time I pay my debt.
Right wrong when your high seems like a thin line.
Fucking with your head all the time.
Now I bask in the bourbon every chance I get.
I’m just trying to make the movie reel like memories quit.
Where’s the remote to my life?
Can I turn it off now?
Or will it all return to the light?
I think the batteries are dead.
Because these thoughts still plague me, even after I’m laying asleep in bed. |
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