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Some days
written by piperneedshelp03:49 AM 3/24/05somedays its so hard to figure whats going through your head
somedays you just want to wind up dead
so cold inside your coffin
so still nothing moves you
nothing can get to you then,
nothing will break you then
the comments will stop for good
no one will make you do anything,
no one will feel the need to tease you
they may feel bad...not a chance!
if they did, wouldnt they show it when they were living?
if anything, they would feel guilty,
and thats not worth the trip
i'd rather have them kill themselves
than feel their eyes on my tomb stone,
feeling like they caused this
even if they did, even if they drove me to it
but then there are those other days that you think
what the fuck did i do to have to listen to these jackasses?
they dont own my life, they dont pull my strings!
i'm not their puppet, i'm not their toy
and you stand up for yourself
even in your self doubt
pulling through, you last for one more day,
because the alternate is too much to bare |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by xxtorturedsoulxx (3-24-2005 - 03:56 AM)
| wow.....thats really cool i really like the last part where you say stuff bout not being 'their' puppet its awesome |
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