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11-10-2004, 06:43 PM
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| Member Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: Monroe, Ct
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I look for the rhyme maybe a reason. No one promised me a season of anything making sense. And I drive past the homes and think to myself, If I just lived there.... or if I was just.... somebody else. I try to understand the why and the wherefore. Didn't I say my prayers, didn't I eat my veggies, didn't I hold open the door for the old ladies? I must have failed. I must have been weak. I must have been wrong, at some point, somewhere, cause why did it all go wrong and why does it just... hurt. So I have some bad news, Im sorry to say. Im going to nod my head and just walk away. I cant be saved... today. And I drive past the homes and I think to myself..... if I was just somebody else. |
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