Topic: The Death of a Good Guy | |
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Use to think Love was what life is for
Until you realize she really is a whore Out for herself and nothing more Hopes and dreams run out the door Maybe God exists, who knows for sure Taking with him the truth of her Who she is, was and will be There is no Love is all I see Tired of moving, breathing and sorrow Looking forward to the pain of tomorrow The true meaning of life Must be how to live without a wife A real man gone, broken and torn No reason to live being so worn God it hurts so bad I can hardly see You've taken every single thing from me Tonight's the night I end the fight Blur the lines of wrong and right The darkness looms and rapes the light By morning's sun I'll be gone from sight |
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Good lord thats depressing! Sounds like my friend Nate. I just keep telling him and showing him there are so many good things to live for!
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When you truly open up and write from the heart, and don't worry about the bullsh*t or politics, than you're free to truly express your real self.
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sometimes i like to sit and write whatever comes out of my head...it really clears things up
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Tis good, but very sad...
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wow....
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