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Insignificant

I don't mean to strip you're pride But are your hands as empty as mine Your starting to bend inside So repent Trust me when I ask you to believe That true love is never letting you see And when forever ends In forgiveness is my resent It is not a question of what's wrong But what do you presieve as right The blame I take as mine cuz Every choice will have it's price You could slit your wrist for spite But it still wouldn't give you back your life Your starting to understand how these shoes feel And how they fit Your hands sting and bleed some things run deeper than what they seem I've suffered for your content But it's all insignificant The End

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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