It shoots me down where I stand
I can't get up again
The tears I cry
Come upon me like a hurricane
The people think they know how I feel
But everyone's different
No one feels pain like I do
No human being is what I meant
Is everything said a waste of time?
A waste of time and mentality?
Who knows? I sure don't
But I know I've signed my fatality
All my lies, they bore me
I assume they bore my friends
Will I live or die?
Well, that really depends
© 26th February 2001
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