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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Tired
[time] => 2003-03-19 02:05:00
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[bodytext] => I never asked you to tell me how to do things
and I never alluded to wanting your help or your self-righteous opinion for that matter. If I choose to do it my way It’s called “my way” for a reason. You see my flaws, my flaws as you deem them but when I look in the mirror I see strength in my mayhem. Your heart is a heart with nothing to give it is your head that insists on a more elaborate motive Now your pride, your solemn guide will lead you to loneliness and places abroad I am tired of fighting when all I wanted to do was take care of you Property is what you have labeled me Far from the truth you are about to see It is time to wake up from your delusional dream to face the reality of your actions Now your pride, your solemn guide will lead you to loneliness and places abroad I am tired of fighting when all I wanted to do was take care of you [comments] => 0 [counter] => 140 [topic] => 34 [informant] => gogrl [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
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