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This is the art of breaking down,
Crying, and no one hears a sound
Thoughts traveling at the speed of light
Words that peirce straight through the iron touge
As we sing to the midnight sun
Words don't mean a thing...
just means of suffering
And as we all know
Its hard to speak when your all alone
Its hard to walk when your not full grown
And all the things you tried
was nothings of legends you had lied
You suffer in pity
yet weep in tragedy
Now as you bask in the loss,
Tell Me,
Was it Worth it?
 Pixie Le Strange · Thu Dec 27, 2007 @ 06:23pm · 3 Comments |
