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Walking through the busy streets of life Living each and every day Feeling caught under the knife Acting, looking, feeling a certain way You did your best you say? Your tried as hard as you could But you failed at the end of the day As everybody knew you would Lay your head to rest poor soul Close your eyes tonight Tommorrow you'll achieve your goal Tommorrow you'll win the fight Another day has come, you strive to do All the things they are asking of you Pushing, pushing just to get by put your head down, acting so shy This day is almost over You will soon be in your bed Your battle for the day will be won And you shal be left alone in your head How many days can you carry on How many fake smiles can you produce Before your souls completley gone Your heart cannot take the abuse Stand outside yourself Look back at the world you've created Please, put your pride on the shelf You've become everything you hated All hope is not lost poor soul Tommorrow dawns a new day Climb out of this hole And live your life your own way Wake up tommorrow poor soul, Wake up and take control.
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Jul 8, 2011
Jul 8, 2011 at 10:24 AM UTC
Poor soul
Walking through the busy streets of life Living each and every day Feeling caught under the knife Acting, looking, feeling a certain way You did your best you say? Your tried as hard as you could But you failed at the end of the day As everybody knew you would Lay your head to rest poor soul Close your eyes tonight Tommorrow you'll achieve your goal Tommorrow you'll win the fight Another day has come, you strive to do All the things they are asking of you Pushing, pushing just to get by put your head down, acting so shy This day is almost over You will soon be in your bed Your battle for the day will be won And you shal be left alone in your head How many days can you carry on How many fake smiles can you produce Before your souls completley gone Your heart cannot take the abuse Stand outside yourself Look back at the world you've created Please, put your pride on the shelf You've become everything you hated All hope is not lost poor soul Tommorrow dawns a new day Climb out of this hole And live your life your own way Wake up tommorrow poor soul, Wake up and take control.
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ellie-mcgoldrick
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Jul 8, 2011
Jul 8, 2011 at 10:24 AM UTC
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