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when it gets so lou that i can't hear, that's when i love
the things i'm near. i can't hear them scold, nor the
comments that are so cold. i'm just left in the dark, like a
dog left to bark. i'll look through the window, staring, and
after a while, glaring.i hate what they do, and by "them" i
mean YOU!but at least i can't hear, because while i'm
sitting here, you tell me you love me, it's too bad i'm not
lonely. i wish i could love you, but it's too late to try
to. lost in the confusion, can't find a reason, to go back
there, where there is no air. i'm lost without you, and
there's no where to turn to. i'm, no longer going to try,
and if you wonder why,it's cause you were too late, and if
there is a me and you in fate, then we will be but not right
now, because i can't see how. so just keep screaming,cause i
can't hear you i'm DAYDREAMING!!
Posted: 2007-04-17 01:59:20 UTC

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