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The Problems
written by Khaotic08:30 PM 4/6/05you always call me on time whats the problem this time cant always find the
answers to your problems but what can you suspect this time you will waiste my
time cause you take your time listening to me like i am prophecy for you you
will hate me this time cause its why you fail all the time take my time listen
to me and end up failing like me so whats really wrong with you you take the
time to listen to my failed answers of life so what is wrong with you cant you
see whats going through you the false answers of hope crowd your mind as it
tears you apart and rips out your faith can you realize these answers create a
mishap in your reality you called your space the blood that bleeds within me
i hate here to stay and give answers i will throw you into a wall and throw my
ownself away cause i cant find the answers to everything when will it end for
me can you replace me give up this faith thing the light the darkness whats
truely there we wrap our hearts on something that doesnt exist so we all fall
down in the dirt and be burryed who will they replace who will replace us all
take my face take my false answers of hope and drown them deep down the pit of
earth what can we follow nothing is really there at all take things from a
dream and let us follow and will we follow to the place where we will be free
can we find this place or our chances of life has ended cause we are intrapped
i cant find this place when will we forge this place take my name and break it
into my place |
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