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When did my world become so small? Mine.. Who used to dance all night and chant to the dawn When did it become day to day and dose to dose? And why haven't I fought kicking and screaming at the unfairness When did the day lose its colour and music all sound so distant? It was not a sudden blitz attack but a cunning silent shadow and before I knew it the Pain was master here Where once there was Me with pain Now there is Pain with me Pain now rules all I do In sleep I cry and twitch and mewl So attractive my dear I don't remember that he asked to stay He has just waltzed in and stolen what was mine My days have lost their Beauty and I so dread the night No comfort there no respite, no calm He controls my temper and the Joy in life My family long have given up How long can anyone really listen after all? So now He is visitor no longer He rides my shoulders and his spurs rend my back He shows no mercy and now there is no place of rest I am sure I would have fought Him off if He had only not been a coward , to sneak up on me like that Solita-2007
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Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
When did my world get so small
When did my world become so small? Mine.. Who used to dance all night and chant to the dawn When did it become day to day and dose to dose? And why haven't I fought kicking and screaming at the unfairness When did the day lose its colour and music all sound so distant? It was not a sudden blitz attack but a cunning silent shadow and before I knew it the Pain was master here Where once there was Me with pain Now there is Pain with me Pain now rules all I do In sleep I cry and twitch and mewl So attractive my dear I don't remember that he asked to stay He has just waltzed in and stolen what was mine My days have lost their Beauty and I so dread the night No comfort there no respite, no calm He controls my temper and the Joy in life My family long have given up How long can anyone really listen after all? So now He is visitor no longer He rides my shoulders and his spurs rend my back He shows no mercy and now there is no place of rest I am sure I would have fought Him off if He had only not been a coward , to sneak up on me like that Solita-2007
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Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
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