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By VagrantGypsy
It brings me down to think about all the times we'll never have My address book is filled with names I don't even know It just pisses me off to feel the whole world beating me down And never let up even when I’m on my knees crying There's so many songs that offer hope, but Hope can only take you so far before you realize there's nothing left Spending my days in the light smiling, only to go back to my dark room where sorrow consumes me I just don’t know what to do; When you hate yourself more than the others around you, And there's nothing left but a dark room to come home to Written January 20th, 2002 © on Jan 31 2002 03:10 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"It brings me down to think about all the times we'll never have..."