My kindom has broke to pieces
When i pass i can see it in peoples faces.
Tho those tears might dry tomorrow,
What am I to make of today?
Fuck its same shit difrrent day......
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This is were time stops and nothing starts. Lost in yesterday and tryin hard to work out today. I am nither here or there. So i try and put how i feel right here..... If you get me..................... its my turn...
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- Play it just one more time, go on mate.
- What do you say?
- How do you know if its realy a cry for help? how d...
- When are Fridays all there cracked up to be?
- Thrusdays Blues.
- Monday blues.
- Bein bold for the sake of it.
- Were did the good times go?
- how do you know its really a cry for help?
- how do u no if its a cry for help?
- You stay here while i carry my cross.
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- Crappo the Clown
- East Belfast, United Kingdom
- I like dancein on tables and gettin drunk, drunk enought to fall and stumble, to know im lost and feel its ok to mumble. time takes to long so im tryin to express how i feel. but the question is always there is any of this real?
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