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[18 Jun 2008|12:28am] |
What could he do?
What could he do when she said
"I want you?
What'll it take for you to surrender?
I gave you a taste. Oh how you've grown.
This great trial, this self denial
It's a trial to leave you clean cause I like it dark and low,
You know."
Let our history repeat itself one too many times
For every time we return to our scene
It seems less like a crime.
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[18 Jun 2008|12:14pm] |
I feel angry
I feel helpless
want to change the world
I feel violent
I feel alone;
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[18 Jun 2008|09:54pm] |
I WILL NOT GET MY HOPES UP
WILL NOT
WILL NOT
WILL NOT
WILL NOT
WILL NOT
WILL NOT
WILL NOT
it wasn't him.
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