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  • Artist Info: Hi my name is Kyle and i am 15 years old -8/3/93-.<br />
    There is nothing really special about my life. I am currently a freshmen in highschool and most people think im a Jr.<br />
    Theres nothing really to say about myself but if you want to learn more about me just ask.<br />
    <br />
    <br />
    "Why do we sit around and break each other's hearts tonight?<br />
    Why do we dance around the issues 'till the morning light?<br />
    When we sit and talk and tear each other's lives apart.<br />
    You were the one to tell me go...<br />
    <br />
    But you were the one for me,<br />
    And now you're going through the door,<br />
    When you take that step I love you baby more and more,<br />
    We need to laugh and sing and cry and warm each other's hearts tonight,<br />
    Having fun of everything and loving all our mother's...<br />
    <br />
    Tearing us,<br />
    You're tearing us,<br />
    You're breaking us,<br />
    You're breaking us,<br />
    You're carrying us,<br />
    Carrying us,<br />
    You're saving us,<br />
    You're saving us...<br />
    <br />
    You're tearing us,<br />
    You're tearing us,<br />
    You're breaking us,<br />
    Breaking us,<br />
    You're killing us,<br />
    Killing us,<br />
    You're saving us...<br />
    <br />
    Why do we sit around and break each other's hearts tonight?<br />
    Why do we dance around the issues 'till the morning light?<br />
    When we sit and talk and tear each other's lives apart.<br />
    You were the one to tell me go...<br />
    <br />
    But you were the one for me,<br />
    And now you're going through the door,<br />
    When you take that step I love you baby more and more,<br />
    We need to laugh and sing and cry and warm each other's hearts tonight,<br />
    Having fun of everything and loving all our mother's...<br />
    <br />
    <br />
    You're tearing us,<br />
    You're tearing us,<br />
    You're breaking us,<br />
    You're breaking us,<br />
    You're killing us,<br />
    Killing us,<br />
    You're saving us,<br />
    You're saving us...<br />
    <br />
    You're tearing us,<br />
    You're tearing us,<br />
    You're breaking us,<br />
    You're breaking us,<br />
    You're killing us,<br />
    Killing us,<br />
    You're saving us...<br />
    <br />
    Ohhhhh...<br />
    <br />
    Ohhhhh...<br />
    <br />
    Forever I lie,<br />
    Forever I lie,<br />
    Forever,<br />
    Forever...<br />
    <br />
    Forever I lie,<br />
    Forever I lie,<br />
    Forever,<br />
    And never and never again...<br />
    <br />
    You're tearing us,<br />
    You're tearing us,<br />
    You're breaking us,<br />
    You're breaking us,<br />
    You're killing us,<br />
    Killing us,<br />
    You're saving us,<br />
    You're saving us...<br />
    <br />
    You're tearing us,<br />
    You're tearing us,<br />
    You're breaking us,<br />
    You're breaking us,<br />
    You're killing us,<br />
    Killing us,<br />
    You're saving us,<br />
    You're saving us...<br />
    <br />
    You're tearing us,<br />
    You're tearing us,<br />
    (Forever I lie)<br />
    You're breaking us,<br />
    You're breaking us,<br />
    (Forever I lie)<br />
    You're killing us,<br />
    Killing us,<br />
    (Forever)<br />
    You're saving us,<br />
    You're saving us...<br />
    (And never...)<br />
    <br />
    You're tearing us,<br />
    You're tearing us,<br />
    (Forever I lie)<br />
    You're breaking us,<br />
    You're breaking us,<br />
    (Forever I lie)<br />
    You're killing us,<br />
    Killing us,<br />
    (Forever)<br />
    You're saving us,<br />
    (And never...)" <br />
    <br />
    <br />
    <br />
    ~hes too sensitive to get anything through his head, i cant tell him anything truthfully without him getting depressed, it's impossible to keep him under control and he doesn't listen to anyone, he never notices how violent and loud he can get and i wish he would notice how much he embarrasses himself... and me... and he doesn't give me much attention when hes around his other friends which makes me so fucking lonely that i would rather go home and do nothing... but... i don't know why i like him.... hes got that face and that smell... but its behind that mask that gets to me... like he said..."behind every smile.. is a lie" ...~<br />
    <br />
    Once <br />
    on yellow paper, with green lines, he wrote a <br />
    poem and called it "Chops" <br />
    because that was the name of his dog and <br />
    that's what it was all about, <br />
    and the teacher gave him an "A" <br />
    and a gold star <br />
    and his mother hung it on the kitchen door and <br />
    read it to all his aunts <br />
    <br />
    That was the year his little sister was born <br />
    with tiny toenails and no hair, and Father <br />
    Tracey took them to the zoo <br />
    and let them sing on the bus, <br />
    and his father and mother kissed a lot <br />
    and the girl around the corner sent him a <br />
    Christmas card signed with a <br />
    row of kisses <br />
    and his father always tucked him in at night <br />
    and he was always there to do it. <br />
    <br />
    Once <br />
    on white paper, with blue lines, he wrote <br />
    another poem <br />
    and he called it "Autumn" <br />
    because that was the name of the season <br />
    and that's what it was about <br />
    and the teacher gave him an "A" <br />
    and told him to write more clearly <br />
    and his mother didn't hang it on the kitchen <br />
    door because the door had <br />
    just been painted. <br />
    <br />
    That was the year that his sister got glasses <br />
    with black frames and thick lenses <br />
    and the kids told him why his mother and <br />
    father kissed a lot <br />
    and that Father Tracy smoked cigars and left <br />
    the butts on the pews <br />
    and the girl round the corner laughed when he <br />
    went to see Santa Claus <br />
    at Woolworths <br />
    and his father stopped tucking him in at bed <br />
    at night and got mad when he <br />
    cried for him to <br />
    <br />
    Once <br />
    on paper torn from his notebook, he wrote <br />
    another poem <br />
    and he called it "Question Marked Innocence" <br />
    because that was the name of his grief and <br />
    that's what it was all about <br />
    and the professor gave him an "A" <br />
    and a strange and steady look <br />
    and his mother never hung it in the kitchen <br />
    door because he never let her see it <br />
    <br />
    That was the year he found his sister necking <br />
    in the back room <br />
    and his parents never kissed or even smiled <br />
    and he forgot the end of the Apostles Creed <br />
    and Father Tracey <br />
    died <br />
    and the girl around the corner wore too much <br />
    make up <br />
    and made him cough <br />
    when he kissed her, but he kissed her anyway <br />
    <br />
    Once <br />
    at 3am he tucked himself in bed, his father <br />
    snoring loudly <br />
    he tried another poem on the back of a pack <br />
    of matches <br />
    and called it absolutely nothing, because that's <br />
    what it was all about <br />
    and he gave himself an "A" <br />
    and a slash on each damb wrist <br />
    and hung it on the bathroom door because <br />
    he couldn't reach the kitchen.
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