Wednesday, July 06, 2005

That Pain- by: unknown forgotten

You know it's late and I'm soaking wet
Peaking over the fence like a proper lady
This war does stand for something
Your words contradict my text
My life is subtle and slow
You're dancing with the Devil and don't even know
What's the next step in this puzzle
You've had time to think
These last 30 minutes must have brought you to the brink
That one we all need so eagerly
To wipe the ashes off our shoulders
And never remember

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