| | I need a change
Not to immitate, to irritate
All the world to hate
Maybe late
Always sing together all day without you
I guess it's fate
I live in a cemetary
Full of good will and integrity
I have no specialty
Here's your warning
I'll give you click click boom
I live in a cemetary
I need a change
Not To immitate, irritate
I live in a cemetary
I need a change
Not To immitate, irritate
(intrumental)
I live in a cemetary
I need a change
Not To immitate, irritate
I live in a cemetary
I need a change
Not To immitate, irritate
I live in a cemetary
I need a change
Not To immitate, irritate...
end song.....begin talk......i lived in a cemetery. until the day that you stole my right to die. i never wnated to die young. but after awhile i learned that what i would do. thats what i would become. it would be right and final and fine. everything would work out after that. all the pieces would fall into place. it would give people hope. something to fight for. let people move on around me and not let me be a reminder of giving up or failing. and you stole that. i want to blame you for this so i will. this is the one thing i will accuse you of. i was fine with dieing young. dieing soon. now i know i cant. now i know that i should never die. if not for the simple reason that all the reason i had convinved my self of before.....you shot down and made me realize were wrong. and for the other fact that if i died...a piece of you that i wish the world could see. the most beutifulest of all things.....might die with me. |
| | Posted 9/10/2004 7:55 AM - 1 view - 0 comments
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