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my reality |
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speare Junior Member
since 1999-06-27
Posts 12roanoke, texas, usa |
you see me staring at a wall at the end of a narrow hall you're trying to get my attention i hear you, but i won't listen what you say won't ever change and i find that strange you don't hear what i say it always has to be your way when i stare at my wall i'm no longer in that hall i'm in a world where i'm not pissed the one place you don't exist i don't want your lies so, i'll say goodbye i'll stare at my wall at the end of the hall |
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