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oh how misleading time can be never to bring out ones good because evil in you is all I can see retracing these steps will get you nowhere but journeys like this are pointless we should just turn around and head back there then I'll be a hypocrite and I refuse to be you complications like this simplify reality because we're ready for what's next we can turn our lives into a story you told me I'd never be satisfied with that life as if you remember it's way too easy for me thanks to you I'll never be content thanks to you I can't be happy I have to fix this problem now with time never on my side it's getting worse against my vow I'll listen to the clock tick as I watch you smoke a cigarette and I think "oh what a hypocrite" I'm running out of time before you run away too bad I've gone insane it makes our state seem so inane just repudiate me like before crawl up in the garbage you call a lifestyle and don't get mad because you're pushing me away even more I consider it more as time goes by that you can never be helped you are draining me of my life I accept that you won't be fine my last days won't be spent on you and that only kills me in sooner time
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Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 10:09 PM UTC
addictions are skin deep
oh how misleading time can be never to bring out ones good because evil in you is all I can see retracing these steps will get you nowhere but journeys like this are pointless we should just turn around and head back there then I'll be a hypocrite and I refuse to be you complications like this simplify reality because we're ready for what's next we can turn our lives into a story you told me I'd never be satisfied with that life as if you remember it's way too easy for me thanks to you I'll never be content thanks to you I can't be happy I have to fix this problem now with time never on my side it's getting worse against my vow I'll listen to the clock tick as I watch you smoke a cigarette and I think "oh what a hypocrite" I'm running out of time before you run away too bad I've gone insane it makes our state seem so inane just repudiate me like before crawl up in the garbage you call a lifestyle and don't get mad because you're pushing me away even more I consider it more as time goes by that you can never be helped you are draining me of my life I accept that you won't be fine my last days won't be spent on you and that only kills me in sooner time
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brianna-marie
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Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 10:09 PM UTC
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