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| painttheskywithstars (profile) wrote, on 12-9-2003 at 12:37am | |
| Current mood: weak Music: Alien Ant Farm - ANThology Subject: Sticks and stones they hurt when you shoot them through the bone, and you dragged my name through dirt and it hurts to be left here alone. |
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| Erase the ugly frame, built to flash thousands of wandering eyes Holes in heads, lacking real thoughts, waiting for the right time to watch, oblivious of the disgust Throw aside their presence, splash across the clean, white walls Break away the rotting pieces, spill like sour milk across the bricks layed down for her default The smiles were forced, sore cheeks, gritted teeth Pathetic and worthless Broken and forgotten The walk was short and the air was cold Tomorrow this same old story will be retold |
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