Wait I feel so helpless in this haze better days are laid to rest. Life's a test world of stress. Who is
blessed? Can I get a little heart? You know the deal our weakness is we feel torn apart. Still we've got
to keep it real. Born of desire conspired denial be your own messiah saviour, everything. I am the liar
jester to the sire I burn with you fire walk with me. Pleasing dreams are few and far between the good
and badly needed breaks in life just so you don't hate yourself if you believe in some kind of
masterwork this was all meant for something i am truly sorry although I'm really laughing inside because
i know this all comes out to nothing go on believe life's some kind of masterwork this was all meant for
something I'm sorry, laughing inside for nothing sorry, laughing inside, for nothing |
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