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You tell me I don't talk enough but when I opened my mouth you told me it was to much... You spoke of a world that I had never known, one that knew nothing of me You spoke of a life that I had never seen, one that seemed foregin to me You preached of a way that could better each day, but one that scared me You asked for my hand, you asked for my heart, 'mr. fix it' was ready from the start So I gave it you... all that I had... you knew full well it was nothing.. I stepped in your world, I became your queen, owned up to everyone and everything.. I did what I could. But, Pain does not hold limits, it does not stop when the tank is full, it does not slow down for speed bumps or stop for passing cars. The train we call pain pumps through each one of my veins and I am again, lost. Again, I am broken. Mr. Fix it didn't calculate for this one.
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Jan 8, 2011
Jan 8, 2011 at 11:29 PM UTC
Lost
You tell me I don't talk enough but when I opened my mouth you told me it was to much... You spoke of a world that I had never known, one that knew nothing of me You spoke of a life that I had never seen, one that seemed foregin to me You preached of a way that could better each day, but one that scared me You asked for my hand, you asked for my heart, 'mr. fix it' was ready from the start So I gave it you... all that I had... you knew full well it was nothing.. I stepped in your world, I became your queen, owned up to everyone and everything.. I did what I could. But, Pain does not hold limits, it does not stop when the tank is full, it does not slow down for speed bumps or stop for passing cars. The train we call pain pumps through each one of my veins and I am again, lost. Again, I am broken. Mr. Fix it didn't calculate for this one.
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Jan 8, 2011
Jan 8, 2011 at 11:29 PM UTC
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