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| Dark Passion |
9/25/2002
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I'm tired of being awake.
My eyes are hard to feel.
Life is on the edge.
Fake me another lie.
Bring me to my bed, and if tomorrow does not die, I will take that lesson.
There is a new beginning to my old life.
It comes so near yet never too much.
To my own being as it is will shed no tear.
But help if you will this thing called life.
Yours is yours and mine is mine.
Share me but do not spare me.
That is all that life can take.
Forget and you will regret the passion inside.
Join me together now, feel the power within.
The strength and intensity collide.
Forever with my hands clasped, my back arched behind me, my feet in the air.
My legs dangling high.
Life is what I make of it.
The passion in me.
Mine and mine only.
The door is always kept wide open never closed.
That is just how it is without question.
Believe in it for what it is without really searching for any answers.
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