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You people talk of drowning You who know what I know I wish that I was drowning Then maybe my plight would show Instead I’m trapped here swimming
These past few dayshave come and gone,almost like the words to your favorite song.I had it all,I felt ten feet tall,like maybe, just maybe, this time I wouldn't fall,fall back down into the darkness below,
January, February were the months of good packing snow, packing snow on my crippled carcass in cumbersome coats. I lay there and let your bitter cover me.
I sing the rhythm of the night. The possessions I own are shared with those I love, and theirs are also mine.
I'm not ready to forgive you.I can't forget what you did to me.When you told me no one would believe me, that it was your word against mine. Whenever someone asked me "Are you okay?" or "How are you?" I always replied with "I'm fine",I wasn't fin
Here's to you, The one that sits on the outside and just listens The one too afraid to speak up The one knocking to come in The one who's been criticized The one who has too many scars to count,
How does the world get by with this, This making hollow places Where anybody can be anybody And no one speaks of places Or things that people stand for Things that people fight for
I took a vow of silence, I've decided not to speak. I've created a philosophy, speaking makes one weak.
One voice , on, one heart , one mind , but what is the purpose to believe in ones own kind to believe in theenter beauty that was given to you from above to love and cherish ones own family .