My Reviews & Blog
SEPTEMBER 8, 2007 - 3:14 pm GMT
MY TEARS.
My tears are like sharpened knives
They are my motivation,
They are my drive
My tears run fast down my face
It's as if they are having a short race
A short race to my lips
Finally they've got the grip
And now my tears are on the ground beneath me
TRUST.
Theres no such word as trust
I have never heard of this trust
Trust isn’t real
It isn’t true
But wait
What is true
There are too many questions in this world
That we cannot get the answers too
We must have trust to be true
THIS NIGHTMARE.
I don’t like it
I don’t like it at all
Get it out of my head
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