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Pathetic; 19 October 2004
Finding my answers in the ceiling
Floating in a bed of thoughts
I've dealed time and again with this feeling
I need to forget you, but I'd rather not.
Why are you the subject of everything?
It's making me sick.
My thoughts and my poems,
The songs that I sing
...I'm making me sick.
Floating in a bed of thoughts
I've dealed time and again with this feeling
I need to forget you, but I'd rather not.
Why are you the subject of everything?
It's making me sick.
My thoughts and my poems,
The songs that I sing
...I'm making me sick.
Published 7th Nov 2012
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