| My Sour Sept 18, 2003 When all emotions have shut off Except for pain, for the valve is stuck. When all you do is stand alone. Ask yourself if you are fucked? As a stroll becomes a haul One by one, they're forced out. Years my pass before you see That all the sweet* has dried out. More and more pain you'll come to see When all the people become few. Now only if this valve would move. Maybe, even an inch or two. *sweet = joys, good times, etc |
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| Power Sept. 18, 2003 If I had the power I'd change all the sour. |