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[title] => Nowhere To Go
[time] => 2004-07-09 13:11:42
[hometext] => how many people can relate to this?
[bodytext] => My favorite color is your tears on my shoulder The pain just gets older The nights just grow colder Alone Still missing something Why can’t I find it Stumbling, blinded Where does my path lead What am I fighting for There’s nothing left There's nothing more **** you, I’m done **** this, its wrong Still I pretend Its not the end **** you, I’m done, **** this, its wrong Too weak to cry Too strong to die Their moans I still hear now Still after I’ve pulled out But it only brings me pain These girls just aren’t the same Fold my hands as I start to pray Please take the pain away Begging god for all I’m worth Still not emptied of my hurt Can not breathe as I suffocate Smothered by my endless hate Heart still scarred from your burns Watching, waiting, for your turn **** you, I’m done **** this, its wrong Still I pretend Its not the end **** you, I’m done, **** this, its wrong Too weak to cry Too strong to die My favorite color is the tears on your face Your lips I still taste My scares have yet to erase From me Still I’m watching Suppressing my hatred I’ve patiently waited For you to feel my pain **** you, I’m done **** this, its wrong Still I pretend Its not the end **** you, I’m done, **** this, its wrong Too weak to cry Too strong to die [comments] => 2 [counter] => 203 [topic] => 34 [informant] => steven [notes] => Moderat0r 9 7/09/04 Bleep words [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 13 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
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