Sunday, February 6, 2011


All you care to just ever do,
is fight for something new;

All i think of lately,
is all sorrow of me;

for both our sake,
im keeping the fake;

cloudy days have no sun,
no pun intended and no fun;

family is nowhere,
sadness prevails;

there is this eerie quiet,
that kills, kills, in stills...

what can is say,
when all i do is quit...

i quit the game,
i always do,
but then it draws me back in,
further game lost and further sin...

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