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life is but a dream for the dead
all that is broken is better off unsaid
past to the present living is a lie
dead or alive we're falling and die

tragically twisted our lives are consieve
love or lust not knowing what to believe
born and dying life flashing by
on the ground bleeding and sobbing hopeless cry

nothing was better then it ever was
nothing more tragic then life because
living is feeling and hearts full enough to burst
living is loving and that continues to be worst

pouring heart and soul into it into us
watching you leave like a runaway to the bus
left alone and broken family surrounding but cant care
lost and lonely from all the times we had to share

desparately bound from one day to the next
wondering if my problems ever caused you to vex
little hypocrites little friends, you act so needy
little thieves little hounds, your just too greedy

taking but never repay
leaveing me with nothing to say
my life is falling apart with none to help
as i get kicked i reach and i yelp

no one will listen though i did for you
no one cares what i am going thru
if you wanted my help with no love for me
then why act so callous just let me bleed

faking the stitches and rubbing salt in the wound
making me crazy and act like a loon
you ask and recieve help though always need it
but when i need some of my own you go and get

i tried being subtle and i tried being blunt
apparently your mind is in a perminant growth stunt
i'm broken and destitute and shattered and cold
i needed help and asked but you went off being told

never returning never helping me out
as i lie dying you'll sit there and pout
asking for guidence from a dead girl
blaming me when my life is unfurled
how can i help the broken when i remain unfixed?
how can i help with all my joints unhinged?
you are allowed to ask questions and have an off day
but when i have one to you wont allow me to stay
kicked out of love kicked out of life
alone in the darkness alone with my strife.