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so  w atev r
dam   pen
*A pencil's just not the same

Sometimes I dream that I'll spontaneously combust,

Or that my body will one day turn to rust.
I dream about fearing death,

And wake up out of breath.
Then I remember it's just a dream,

It makes me want to scream.
Because I know the world is full of life,

But death still remains its wife.

hey, you
i love you
so
smile...

befriended by the builders
a building site next door
they gave her little jobs to do
although she's only four

when friday came,they even gave
her wages for the week
foreman smiled at sophie's joy
and tweaked her rosie cheek

off she went, to spend her pay
there was no way of stopping
a working girl with hard earned cash
so mummy took her shopping

hello mr  sweetshop man
i've got cash to spend
been grafting with my muckers
an real job,....not pretend

are you working monday?
he passed her pick and mix
aye! if those  wankers from jewson
bring the ******* bricks

I'm like one of those walls.
you know the kind, you carve your name so people know you were there
just look at my arms,
my legs,
my back.
Filled with names
of people who loved
of people who hurt
of people who never cared
I'm scarred,
a scratched,
worthless piece
of what I used to be.
but you,
oh you, you are the one
who carved a hole straight through me
right through my chest,
a Fatal hit.
But don't worry,
everyone knows
you were here