I look back on your life and say
This world was meant for you,
I see your face, I see your fans,
I see the minds you blew.
I see your love, I see your thrill,
I see the joy you spread.
The danger that was told to you,
Went right over your head.
The sickness that you had to face,
The hatred that you saw,
It wasn't long till all that darkness,
came knocking on your door.
You lived your days like each was your last,
And life was just a ride,
You were born, for this world,
And not the sh*t inside.
2006-09-06
06:16:24
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