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Jul 2010
Take this deal,
Sign it with red,
Use one of these drops
In which I have bled

I'm tired of everything
Now do you see
What all this ****
Is doing to me?

My sanity is slipping
Slowly losing it's hold
Like in a poker game,
I'm sure it will fold

I'm on the verge
Of losing everything I had
All because I ****** up
Did something bad

I'm sorry I'm not
The perfect child
But could you please understand
That I will never be for a while?

Perfection is a goal
Something you desire
But like a normal man
We all stand too close to the fire

Dreaming of something
That we can never gain
Throughout this journey
There's nothing but pain

The truth comes out
Nobodys perfect
So in the end of it all,
Is the pain really worth it?
Written by
Bruno Joseph Orsi
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