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Anyone But Me... -
10-12-2006, 05:19 PM
my life, so it seems
is nothing more than broken dreams
within my head, lie the echoes of silent screams
if i died today, would you even care
and i scream out, but nobody's there
and im left to myself,
like an unread book upon a shelf
have you ever wanted to be somebody else
i awoke again, and to my dismay
i live to suffer through, another endless day
and i wonder to myself, if i'll ever be ok
with each of my scars, lies a memory
i lock my pain, chained up inside of me
with all the hurt that no one ever sees
and im left to myself,
like an unread book upon a shelf
have you ever wanted to be somebody else
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