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[title] => Insomniate
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[hometext] => Moving too fast can make you sick,
and moving too slow can make you wish you were moving faster. ============================= [bodytext] => Here I am – a bit confused A little misguided – more than a little abused I can’t figure out how to break these walls Silence has never been this loud You don’t know how it feels To hate how it feels to bleed as you wait To hate it all – suddenly surreal You don’t know what it’s like to feel You never understood – so what’s the use Of describing the pain that you put me through Endlessly you pull me apart Tearing at the strings that support my heart You don’t know how it feels To hate how it feels to bleed as you wait To hate it all – suddenly surreal You don’t know what it’s like to feel It’s hard to breath and hard to see Please let go – you’re smothering me The colors mix and swirl In this cyclone – my own little world One more time I’ll try to escape I see you now – I see you I don’t want to stay in – I want to erase Erase you now – erase you It’s over now Now it’s done I’m through now Now I’m through It’s over now Now it’s done I’m six feet beneath Thanks to you It’s hard to breath and hard to see Please let go – you’re smothering me The colors mix and swirl In this cyclone – my own little world [comments] => 1 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 34 [informant] => jaysoncarter [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
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