Friday, September 18, 2009

Say your prayers and stomp it out.

Sometimes I don't know why we'd rather live than die,
We look up towards the sky for answers to our lives.
We may get some solutions but most just pass us by,
Don't want your absolution cause I can't make it right.
I'll make a beast out of myself, gets rid of all the pain of being a man.

Everyone around me thinks I'm going crazy.
Oh well.

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