Sunday, November 2, 2008

Our Song

Stop talking. No one wants to hear you speak.
You hurt everyone and everything. Your so unique.
Look at all you've done. You won't.
In fear of your own mistakes, you don't.
All the beautiful girls you loved, trashed.
Love lost and love broken. Heart attack.
I shake the tower on which you stand.
Trying to get your attention man.
Wake up and see the pain. Feel the cold.
Let it consume you and destroy you. New and old.
Both times of personality. Both were wrong.
How can every song you like, be our song.

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