S T U C K
A step before one,
Behind another
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There's nowhere to go
And nowhere to breathe
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So I stopped breathing
Now I'm dead in side
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Resenting regret
Such a waste of time
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Patience, a virtue
Forsaken by all
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A world that's moving
Faster and faster
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Where are they going?
Why are they rushing?
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To smell the roses
Is to ask for death
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Isn't death certain?
Why are you racing?
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Why not surprise them?
Join me in Living
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For I do not like
Smelling the roses
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Alone
2007-03-29
02:37:33
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2007-03-29
02:38:40 ·
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