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Oh fine its just not luck this time
Im questioning antics, where do I reside
This pestering logic rehabilitation
Oh where do I confide
I don't know where im at in life
These bruises these aches, how they pain
Of course its judgement on the latter
But I dont care of external shame
Its a wonder of realistics all the same
The buildings are crashing down
The buildings are crashing down
They spring they concave
The melodic sweet of a harmonic age
Confusion on the lattice
Its all in rage to say
So this is what its come to
A burnt upbringing of how you hallucinate
 airondale23 · Thu Aug 06, 2009 @ 09:02pm · 0 Comments |
