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How

How do you expect me

to live it out like this

so many fraudulent claims

and no one to even blame!?

But myself, I guess?

How can I do that

when they say

do your best?

Its like living in a dream

when it seems so fake

and then you wake

and can't even take the reality

that you face.

Whats the point if you ain't

bein' real

to yourself

to your mind and your memory

Mighta got lost at some point

but I'm here now, say

when you comin back

I hear them

And for some reason

it all always just fades

to black and white

Mainly gray now

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b-woods
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Published
Sep 16, 2010
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