 | by
Elysia in oz |
March 29th, 2007
Sick of trying
I can't show hesitation
They're all dying
It's not just
My imagination
I wish I was dreaming
A simple story of love and death
But why am I crying
When I wake up
Stiff in my head
All hope
Is lost
'Cause I know
This ain't a dream
No pure fiction
It's all real
Can't decide
Hard to deal
Don't pressure me
Or try to lie
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i think this might be about
i think this might be about what i've been hearing
I dunno what to comment on
I dunno what to comment on if it is not finished yet--- but for now it is really good.
When you say (not finished
When you say (not finished yet) do you mean the peom isn't finished, or that (not finished yet) is part of the title?
It's good, anyway.
it's a song....that's way i
it's a song....that's way i said (not done yet)
it's a song....that's way i
it's a song....that's way i said (not done yet)