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My Glass HouseSitting in the living room of my glass house, / They're standing in the kitchen, shouting and screaming like small pebbles being thrown at my glass wall. / How much more can my foundation take, how many cruel slurs until it breaks.
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Feb 27, 2012
BrokenI walk this crowded halls but still feel alone, / I'm an angel with broken wings. / Why do they all look away, do any of them care?
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Feb 27, 2012
Hope in the Darknessin a world of hate and darkness, / there will always be one beam of light shining down upon us, our love. / like a candle that never goes out,
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Feb 27, 2012
Never AloneWalking alone on this desolate dirt, surrounded by blackness and despair / A warm breeze floats by and the dead leaves whisper my name / I feel so cold and lost in this cold empty forest
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Feb 27, 2012
Get Out!I'm sick of the yelling and screaming / Im tired of hearing all the complaining that im not good enough / I know I'm not the perfect child, why cant you just accept me for who i am?
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Feb 27, 2012
Time...Time, will we have enough in this world? / As we wonder along in this dark land we call Earth. / I wonder to myself if we can, if we will have enough to accomplish our dreams
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Feb 27, 2012
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