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4/22/2012
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Which one don't I understand?
The first, second, or the third?
When will we get the final word?
It's not like something we had already planned.
It's a shame that we play the blame game.
Calling names instead of chasing flames.
I don't know why it's so hard to try.
I wouldn't ever want anyone to be that fake, for both of our sakes.
It's not like something we had already planned.
Which one don't I understand?
The hand or the clock?
The mouth or the talk?
The foot or the door?
The outside world wanting more?
I'm confused, a little man left in the dark.
I'm afraid my dying ember has already lost its spark.
Sad and alone.
I'm independent, though!
It just goes to show that, no matter how much you can grow.
I hope it stays this way!
I don't like to be yelled at.
It grows nasty too fast.
Not necessarily problematic.
Too many times something that was once fantastic turns ugly.
I'll go away now.
That exit line turned out quicker than I thought.
It's all the emotions left that I've got.
Sometimes, tomorrow happens too soon.
Hey, that's my sanity up there, on the moon!
There's always the possibility of a new beginning.
I don't want any more drama.
Just my life back, simple, without karma.
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