Joy and hope were my leaders
I can not quite fathom why God seems to let the cheaters
Win the fight
Where's my night?
My rest?
My heart feels like it's jumping out of my chest
My dreadful hearts purpose is not to pump blood through my veins
My gulled hearts only purpose is to bring me pain
You ask who my leaders are?
Well, the same as the cheaters
Lying and melancholy are my teachers
Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 2:57 PM UTC
Joy and hope were my leaders
I can not quite fathom why God seems to let the cheaters
Win the fight
Where's my night?
My rest?
My heart feels like it's jumping out of my chest
My dreadful hearts purpose is not to pump blood through my veins
My gulled hearts only purpose is to bring me pain
You ask who my leaders are?
Well, the same as the cheaters
Lying and melancholy are my teachers
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