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[aid] => mick
[title] => The last records of a broken man
[time] => 2008-09-14 07:15:29
[hometext] => I actualy dont know what to say about this one
[bodytext] => Hey what you gonna do today. Shell of his former self-confidence. Set him up and tear him down. Scream till the walls collapse. Stop the music, the records on a constant relapse. Put down your glass of whisky. Your holds gotten to tight on the glass its beginning to crack. So here’s what we're gonna do. Build you a new self. Create yourself a new disguise. Haircut and a fake smile Till all the critics you despise Awake to a new surprise. The easier they come the harder it is to forget. So sip up before you have another reason to regret. My eyes are seal shut. To keep out the light Or maybe I don’t have to look at you tonight. Carve your name into a tree Save the pain of stitching up my heart. Of course I love you is youthimism I cant stand up tonight. Prop me on the floor and keep my head pointing up. Clouded stars are the only way we can see ourselves home. Ranting like a drunken mistake does. But that’s what I am a drunken mistake so maybe that’s why I am going in circles right now. Stop. Take a breath Composure Write these lines around times. Maybe you'll practice what you preach. Till the doors on your chest will breach. Take in a breath of fresh air. Funny how you've got a cigarette in your hand. And tilting your glass of vodka now making untraceable shapes with the ice. The fumes from the wooden fire in the front porch blows out another dark smoke cloud. Open the window , reach out with your fingers. The rain trickles down from the window pane and runs down your fingers. Forming a puddle in your palm. Taking a step back you sit in your seat. As the devil waits behind you for another bit of your soul to each. Overindulgence is the cause of your life. So take another drink and watch it all fade away. Awake. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 260 [topic] => 73 [informant] => liamleash [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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