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Only been around for nineteen short years But I've witnessed too many Friends lives cut short by ****** garden shears Little boys and girls Who's legs have been severed at the knee Been taken for a whirl Around the block without eyes to see The guilt I feel isn't natural I just walk the Earth I see dead people I once knew Taken for the lone ride in the big black hearse Something isn't right When the wrong path is taken for granted Didn't know the meaning of the fight Or the truth behind the disbanded Beautifully departed Like the angels with the glowing wings The one's who fell to the dirt Coughing and spitting up horrible things No one seems to care When you're on the inside looking out It's just the one's I can't bear Because I've always been the outsider looking in What I'm trying to explain Is that the words I'm speaking Have fought pain and been stained By the happenstances of this big blue mystery Why is it that the kids who go usually know? Drowned and pummeled with the incendiary Devices that cause your mind to go up in flames Up in flames, up in smoke and no one wants to take the blame
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Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 1:16 PM UTC
Who's To Blame
Only been around for nineteen short years But I've witnessed too many Friends lives cut short by ****** garden shears Little boys and girls Who's legs have been severed at the knee Been taken for a whirl Around the block without eyes to see The guilt I feel isn't natural I just walk the Earth I see dead people I once knew Taken for the lone ride in the big black hearse Something isn't right When the wrong path is taken for granted Didn't know the meaning of the fight Or the truth behind the disbanded Beautifully departed Like the angels with the glowing wings The one's who fell to the dirt Coughing and spitting up horrible things No one seems to care When you're on the inside looking out It's just the one's I can't bear Because I've always been the outsider looking in What I'm trying to explain Is that the words I'm speaking Have fought pain and been stained By the happenstances of this big blue mystery Why is it that the kids who go usually know? Drowned and pummeled with the incendiary Devices that cause your mind to go up in flames Up in flames, up in smoke and no one wants to take the blame
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john-vd
28/M/American
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 1:16 PM UTC
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