| Stolen |
[04 Sep 2003|08:46pm] |
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Sting, Forever |
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I can't say I'm orginal.
I can't say I'm loud,
I can tell you why I'm here though,
Why I'm laying on your couch.
You walked over my soul,
Broke my already broken dreams,
And stole my heart and broke it into threes.
I wish I'd have screamed,
I wish I would have fought,
Broken you into to peices,
To have thrown you like a shattered clock,
And here I sit on your couch, waiting for you come,
So I can steal your dreams, and give you harm.
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