This is a Knife,
This is a Palm
This is a burn,
Gone is the balm This is a wound,
Raw as can be
This is a smile,
In Two Thousand Three This is her face,
And his, his, and hers
This is them smiling,
Smiling like curs I can’t let go,
The hatred too strong
I cannot stop,
Inspiration has waited too long Someone need comment,
Oh comment I beg
I am barely awake,
So desperately I beg I can’t take no more,
No Caulfied am I,
To gin a body catch a body
Comin’ through the rye Someone please stop
The madness that does abound Does no one know, How to end this tragic monolue bound?
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This is a Palm
This is a burn,
Gone is the balm This is a wound,
Raw as can be
This is a smile,
In Two Thousand Three This is her face,
And his, his, and hers
This is them smiling,
Smiling like curs I can’t let go,
The hatred too strong
I cannot stop,
Inspiration has waited too long Someone need comment,
Oh comment I beg
I am barely awake,
So desperately I beg I can’t take no more,
No Caulfied am I,
To gin a body catch a body
Comin’ through the rye Someone please stop
The madness that does abound Does no one know, How to end this tragic monolue bound?
Sent from BlackBerry® on Airtel
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