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The two gray roses are me and my best friend she is my sister and we knew each other since kindergarten.
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coming up from behind,without warning,someonehas grabbed you from behind,your dragged like a dead body,when you get tossed in something,your hands hav..
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Everything you thoughtI would be,I'm not,it'sok to be different
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blowing up the stage,witha step i'm singing withoutknowing it,walking aroundthe stage people yelling atme and taking pictures,wheream I,posters with a..
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Every step is change in mylife,which way should I take,thinking about the roadsahead,left or right peopletalking to me saying take thisway,nervous of ..
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Can't you see that you have mademe more aware,changing my life,but are these good changes,I wasa nobody before I bumped intoyou,I dropped my papers an..
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Don't want to follow rules,running away,a girl who cannot feel any form of pain,many cuts and many scrapes,walking around like a blindperson,but how s..
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My blood is deep red,I like tolook at it,pour it in a champagneglass and sit in a dark room,night time is feeding time,lurking around in the backgroun..
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A black rose blooming in the concrete,no one to help it stand just tallfigures to step on it,why am I differentfrom the rest,nothing but the dry sunan..
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what's important about me wheni'm a piece of trash,no oneunderstands me,neither does thesun,I belong to the darkness deepin my heart,the chilly breeze..
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