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The Flowers Have Died |
| Written by Sorrow Is My Mask | |
| Tuesday, 05 August 2008 | |
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The Flowers Have Died
I realize now that flowers will always wilt and die In this place, I no longer posess the will to try
My skull tightens with unbearable pain It's like a knife cutting through the brain
Myself, you have managed to break in two Everything you gave, seems to be untrue
But there isn't anything I can say I know this mental state can never be okay
I could inject drugs to ease away this dread But then I'd be like you and I'd rather die instead
No I don't want medicated relief, can't be like the rest No longer will I stand subject to your judgemental tests
Still, I am a disgrace to everything I know A puppet tied to strings, I dance in this horrible show
Hope, it seems to elude me still All the way at the bottom, I cannot see the top of this hill
God always told me I'd never be in his plan While the devil speaks in riddles I will never understand
So then I ask myself why was I created, what am I for? God has cured nothing, he uses all like whores
Copyright 2008 Sorrow Is My Mask |
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