Jon (lyricdragon145) wrote, @ 2005-09-09 00:45:00

Sick to my stomach
Sometimes I find myself
In the worst of moods
Wanting to never be around
Those that care about me
Not that I care
I'd rather run away from my problems
Life's too complicated
Easier to end it
Yet it goes on
What's the point
Of living
Lives of quite desperation
Somewhere inside lies
Drives to power
I want to grasp the thoughts of others
And I'm ready to anything for it
It that too much to ask
Or do you give a care?

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