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Wednesday, June 02, 2004
I'm done with caring. I just want my propers.
Wish I was too dead to cry
A self affliction face
Stones to throw at my creator
Masochist to which I cater
You don’t need to bother
I don’t need to be
I’ll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on
I won’t let go ’till it bleeds
Wish I was too dead to care
If indeed I cared at all
Never had a voice to protest
So you fed me shit to digest
I wish I had a reason
My thoughts are open season
For this I gave up trying
One good time deserves my dying
You don’t need to bother
I don’t need to be
I’ll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on
I won’t let go ’till it bleeds
Wish I’d died instead of lived
A zombie hides my face
Shelf forgotten with it’s memories
Diaries left with cryptic entries
And you don’t need to bother
I don’t need to be
I’ll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on
I won’t let go ’till it bleeds
You don’t need to bother
I don’t need to be, yeah
I’ll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on, once I hold on
I’ll never live down my disease
10:47 AM
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