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The Morning
written by Khaotic08:05 PM 4/6/05wake up to the morning has come a new day of rebirth and troubled youth for you
to choose what do we have a wonderful way of life or is it just that we been
confused and fooled cant keep the same face you cant keep the pace its too late
you made it behind the night time take the dream to the curb and see how high
it gets dry place smoothed and layed out but yet doomed so its just so unfunny
make your lies and try and stand still up in this street we will not wakeup so
you cant haunt us another scene ready to bend the love of your lies still the
same old junk same old thing cant seem to stare straight up cant be the same
just want to make it go away for all this time my life been sent straight into
a wreck has it all come out as a vision of a dark pain for all this time i feel
like dying more reason left so gray broken sustained images is this what you
see inside of me cant let it be wont be free cant make it free run and flee is
what you take from me sun seem it has it gone too far out when will it go and
see what to make of me dried and bitter sweet taste whats my life meant to be
cant reach for anything buried alive whats this song i hear playing what ended
my life is this what i feared nothing left to be just a withered rose buried in
the instruments of death whats my decision flee and make of thee whats left for
my soul to stay cant betray what made me to be seeing is what believes in fear
cant rewrite the past cant break the future but end the future and destroy it
all delete my mind so my heart turned gray when it will stay and make me break
is this what i truely wanted to make me free cant believe whats been taken from
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