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appreciate your ****** tragedies

I will never be enough for you

fulfulling your expectations is just something I cannot do

and it feels like I'm drowning as the walls close in

you can't understand so I won't begin

I'm so sick of being hated

or not being good enough as previously stated

let me know when I'm at least alright

even though I don't believe you're worth the fight

 

I have never felt as great of a defeat

than when I was singing this in the street

and I have never felt a more desolate state

than when I had to leave but was told to wait

 

so to hell with everyone in this God-forsaken town

I'll laugh at the ashes of the charred ******** I'm around

I swear before they put me in the ground

I will swim through every ****** sound

I will climb the highest trees

and put you sorry ******* on your knees

 

if I still can't satisfy

then I'll sleep soundly knowing

I lived a lie

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brianna-marie
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Published
Jul 8, 2010
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