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Author Name: FreeMISS_VEE 1 Comments
Date Added: December 26, 2011 11:12:16 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Like everyone know how drunken words mean the earth or absolutely nothing

And how you think that you're in control yet losing it everyday....


Like any other temporary thing, just a temper

Just a phase of life

Where the anger flashes like the alcohol on a Saturday night

Beautifully bright

So light that you could shine for life.

Drink the badness, punch it out

Blame somebody else for all your faults...

Between the Irish melody and the funky music, find yourself

Let me find myself

Behind the line of never gone before, in front of the pain,'s all fading.....

A disastrous game.

Tragedy in the extreme, yet comedy so obscene

Rag on him, make him pay

For all the things he said

That he text to your friends in that heartache way

Just drink and breathe

Allow it to float away

He doesn't matter on a winter's day like today.

See the reflection in the ice and snow

Look for the girl that you don't know anymore

She's there, just in hiding, brushing up on her timing

Hoping to resurface, before the days run out

Like everyone knows how drunken words mean the earth or absolutely nothing

The stars shine brightly or they cower behind clouds

Speak out, speak out, because drunken words mean the earth.

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Comment By: PremiumDan J. Mazurek on December 26, 2011 11:46:01 AM Report

Tragedy in the extreme, yet comedy so obscene.

I love this line...the truth so well defined


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