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[aid] => mick
[title] => Anymore...
[time] => 2004-05-24 22:25:46
[hometext] => Self struggling poetry bordering on song lyrics... when I read this... I hear a driving guitar and a hard rock beat... maybe something like Nelson... or maybe Henry Lee Summer... would like to know ur thoughts...
[bodytext] => Wondering alone around this town Thinking about all the things that's gotten me down Especially the things... going on at home There's a lot that I just don't want to know Anymore... 'Cause this life... it seems to be... Just one big empty dream to me Filled with empty thoughts... pain and strife That I live everyday of my life People say... I come from such a sweet home... Such sweet home... But they just don't know... No... they just don't know... What goes on... Behind closed doors... What's a sweet home? What's a sweet home? What's a sweet home? What? What? What? I just don't know... I just don't know... I just don't know... Know... Know... Know... Anymore... I feel like my life is just an empty page Ripped from a book that's been dusted with age The things I do... the things I say... in secret to you All become public knowledge somehow... 'cause they're written down upon a stone tablet or two... for all to view There's nothing here anymore... just rubbish heaped upon the floor... in piles Discarded words... hollow thoughts... vacant smiles To feel such emptiness and pain... I'm dying inside Don't even know why I'm still alive... Anymore... People say... I come from such a sweet home... Such sweet home... But they just don't know... No... they just don't know... What goes on... Behind closed doors... What's a sweet home? What's a sweet home? What's a sweet home? What? What? What? I just don't know... I just don't know... I just don't know... Know... Know... Know... Anymore... Yes... I'm having one of those days I just wish it would all fade away Along with this empty dream that keeps floating around inside my head... Sometimes... making me wish... I were dead... Right now... my mind's... a little hazy And my life.... seems so crazy I just don't know... No... I just don't know... What's a sweet home... What's a sweet home... Anymore... [comments] => 4 [counter] => 180 [topic] => 61 [informant] => kidpoet_213 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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