Caged in a world of bitterness...
Self inflickted wounds within
No peace of mind, no self controll
No way to ever win
Mass confusion in the air
With endless streams of faces
Meaningless voids in empty shells
Passing but leaving no traces
Deadlines, delays, dilemma all around
Ya gotta know dooms day
Gonna come and shut you down
Another day, another dollar, another dirty deed
It's amazing what some people do
For something they don't need
2007-08-27
15:22:35
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