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Dec 2011
I am fly on the wall in the wrong room
I wish I could just fall and be swept by a broom
My eyes have to disguise these un-forsaken views
I come to you lord as I sit in these pews
Don’t leave me in despair
My heart can’t survive this tear
As the fear fills me in my body grows thin
Brittle and cracked as I feel it attack
Release and shed a tear letting all those hear
I level my pain as I wash it down the drain
There is no right there is no wrong
It’s like there is nowhere I belong
On this wall I lay, stuck so I must stay
Written by
Wes
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