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8/5/2012 3:53:31 PM
Being a child of addiction,
Not much you can do,
Cant anger the beast,
Don't want the object they hit to beyou
Constant stir in my stomach,
Butterflies of fear cry,
Gotta turn up the music,
Otherwise my spirit might die
Friends not home,
In my room alone,
Look in the backyard,
Tried to grow grass, disaster prone
Turn on the black and white tube,
Married with Children hears my blues,
Cracks me up,
Way better than watching the news
It's in the small things I findcomfort,
Outside bedroom walls are chaos,
I walk out there always in silence,
Don't want to upset the big boss.
Its easy to lie when your well being isat stake,
Keeping them happy makes your fake,
Soon your feelings mirror grayrainbows,
Different colors for every mood,
Emotions numb, no more glow to show.
edited by svlynn18 on 8/5/2012
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