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The Battles

The explicit material, these words so unlyrical Love, what a miracle I do time, for these serial crimes in my mind Disappointment in every action of passion My soul, it is smashin, this world I am crashing Don't believe in my actions, I find no satisfaction I'm tired, I'm scared, this life I have failed These feeling so rare, my life unprepared Don't nobody care, they look and just stare Have you seen such a monster, the fake, the imposter The world, the have lost her Deep in a coma, do you smell the aroma, aroma of death Grabbing hold of each breath But I guess I'm not meant, to be here, to exist Forget a bout bliss, happiness so remiss Yet I yearn for that kiss, cuz of love I do miss But I hope in the end I'll no longer resist

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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