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Adrenaline flows and you get ****** Where do I run? What do I do with this? I have this rage, This undeniable fear. Nowhere to turn. Which way do I steer? I can’t **** this pain, It burns too deep. The tears flow and the heartache seeps. Seeps to the very depth of my being. All that I know, Everything I'm seeing. It Reminds me of you, And brings back this hurt. This horrible need, I want to feel. I need to bleed. Maybe if the hurt is from self, Then the other will subside. So I take this off the shelf, Pretend everything's alright. Then I drop the hammer, Push this metal through me. The pain I knew, Still bites through to me. Why wont this go away? Why cant I feel okay? Nothing seems right. You are not here. Everything I once knew, Just seemed to disappear. Nothing I say. Nothing I do. Seems to let you know what I'd do for you. Train, bullet, insurmountable pain, Things I'd take so you'd never feel the sting. What we had, That was real. I can still grasp it. I can't help but feel.
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Dec 13, 2009
Dec 13, 2009 at 5:32 PM UTC
Adrenaline
Adrenaline flows and you get ****** Where do I run? What do I do with this? I have this rage, This undeniable fear. Nowhere to turn. Which way do I steer? I can’t **** this pain, It burns too deep. The tears flow and the heartache seeps. Seeps to the very depth of my being. All that I know, Everything I'm seeing. It Reminds me of you, And brings back this hurt. This horrible need, I want to feel. I need to bleed. Maybe if the hurt is from self, Then the other will subside. So I take this off the shelf, Pretend everything's alright. Then I drop the hammer, Push this metal through me. The pain I knew, Still bites through to me. Why wont this go away? Why cant I feel okay? Nothing seems right. You are not here. Everything I once knew, Just seemed to disappear. Nothing I say. Nothing I do. Seems to let you know what I'd do for you. Train, bullet, insurmountable pain, Things I'd take so you'd never feel the sting. What we had, That was real. I can still grasp it. I can't help but feel.
- From Stirred Ramblings
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Dec 13, 2009
Dec 13, 2009 at 5:32 PM UTC
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