when time stops,what begins?when life ends,what follows?when the soul leaves,what returns? | ||||||||||||||||||
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to sit in front of a train it would be so nice lounging on the tracks waiting for the cow catcher to smack all my pain away why is love so fine and fickle? it cuts so deep, just like a sickle it builds you up then tears you down makes you hurt throws you around the beginning so sweet the end so sad all it does is make you feel bad it hurts it stings it burns it scars its love to kill and not care to hate and feel despair all the things the mind may see everything that fills me nothing sane nothing real not knowing what to feel on this walk we call life all we see is pain and strife things we see but do not care all the pain we try to bare | |||||||||||||||||
| they say beauty is only skin deep,there wrong,true beauty goes all the way down to the soul | ||||||||||||||||||
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eyes of jade are in my dreams lips of rose i feel them it seems the heat of my desire burning my soul looking for someone i do not know being pulled by the unknown looking for a lover i will never find looking for someone im my own mind will it ever end? | |||||||||||||||||
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