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i'm cooking a soup tonight cutting my hands and bleeding the base i';m building thoughts of destruction, collecting my own army on the out side i cover the secrets those lies you saw right thru i'm not scared i have bled, knees are ready to give. So **** this town and **** you cuase it won't mean a thing when my plans are thru and it's not getting better, and it's not alright and it won't be for a long, long time. You should bury me now cause i'm dead i feel lifeless and cold there's no warmth here left for you to hold my bed and dreams a place of doom this home life is a wreak and i have everything... everything to forget So **** this town and **** you cuase it won't mean a thing when my plans are thru and it's not getting better, and it's not alright and it won't be for a long, long time. your changeing your ways your just changeing nothing you just can't bring back peace You see these bright sky's I see them in anger I just can't look past your shame your words just mean nothing due to the warming of good bye. It's fallen on me.  my head is ok, it's fallen on me.
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Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 10:08 PM UTC
this town
i'm cooking a soup tonight cutting my hands and bleeding the base i';m building thoughts of destruction, collecting my own army on the out side i cover the secrets those lies you saw right thru i'm not scared i have bled, knees are ready to give. So **** this town and **** you cuase it won't mean a thing when my plans are thru and it's not getting better, and it's not alright and it won't be for a long, long time. You should bury me now cause i'm dead i feel lifeless and cold there's no warmth here left for you to hold my bed and dreams a place of doom this home life is a wreak and i have everything... everything to forget So **** this town and **** you cuase it won't mean a thing when my plans are thru and it's not getting better, and it's not alright and it won't be for a long, long time. your changeing your ways your just changeing nothing you just can't bring back peace You see these bright sky's I see them in anger I just can't look past your shame your words just mean nothing due to the warming of good bye. It's fallen on me.  my head is ok, it's fallen on me.
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Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 10:08 PM UTC
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