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((DIEING IN MY EXTRA TIME))
written by dieingforyouX312:02 AM 4/13/05Someday you will find me, dieing in my extra time.
Working for a better life, more like searching for a sharper knife.
Bleeding out my poison’s pain, was my whole life always such a game?
I shouldn’t have ever said ‘hello’, to you.
Who knew you’d shred my heart in two?
Running through my memories, drowning from tears, as big as seas,
I’m still waiting for your knock on my door.
Stayed up till half past 2, why am I still thinking of you? I guess this is what I get for being happy.
Someday you will find me, dieing in my extra time.
Working for a better life, more like searching for a sharper knife.
Bleeding out my poison’s pain, was my whole life always such a game?
I might be dead if I’d never said ‘hello’, to you.
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