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There was a time Where my self image was so blurred I looked in a mirror Thought I saw myself And I hated everything around And I acted way too c..

So were racing past icey cold buildings looming straight over uss Foreshadowing futures Of deaths in cubicles Where our imaginations will be stifle..

I can tell she was on his mind By that stupid smile As he sat directly infront of her Acting oblivious to her presence And I was avoiding the attr..

So we race under bridges smeared with graffiti Like the pictures that litter pages of magazine Candy colored words screaming art and anger Territor..

and you just cant let ittgo pushing this past the limitt making words harsherr anger colderr we have too much of a past and noww im not gonna lau..

sometimes you have to write everything out create a master piece then highlight & press delete.

so with lips parted she takes a sip of something she can forget something that canturn her tears into clear jewels sparkling with a sadd beauty.

its coldd the winds rushing across her cheeks as she races across city streets the midnight sky dark with questions glittering like silver stars un..

we sit on this couch trying to stare into each otheres eyes trying to find reasoning and understaing im trying to find love your trying to find hop..

its like when the night comes and darkness comes washing upon my face i start to choke up and i can no longer breath and while the sun goes down, ..