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Author Name: PremiumSunset 1 Comments
Date Added: August 25, 2014 09:08:16 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Type: Rhyming
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Track Three: The Fears Of A Minimum Wage Career
I AM TIRED OF FEELING LIKE THIS
TAKE A SHOT AT MY HEART
CAUSE I KNOW YOU'LL MISS
 
 
WHY IS IT EVERY TIME I MEET SOMEONE KNEW
MY THOUGHT DRIFT OFF
AND I THINK OF YOU
 
TELL ME
 
WHY IS IT EVERY RELATIONSHIP FAILS
IT'S ALWAYS MY FAULT AND I FALL ON MY TAIL 
I'M AT THE BARREL OF THE GUN
AND I'M NOT HAVING FUN
 
CAN YOU SEE?
 
JUST WHAT THIS DOES TO ME?
COLD SWEATS LONG NIGHTS
I'M IN MISERY
 
I am left all alone and scared
I don't know how to move on
There's no good left in me
Only insanity
(ONLY INSANITY)
 
You ripped out my heart 
You threw me me away
Save your fake tears
For another day 
 
Why did you look away
When you saw me struggling
You failed to hold at your hand
Is this your final stand?
 
YOU STILL CAN'T SEE
THE MESS YOU MADE OF ME
THA'TS WHY YOU CAN WALK AROUND IN YOUR REALITY
YOU LEFT ME BROKEN AND WEAK
MY LIFE WAS SO EFFIN BLEAK
 
You ripped out my heart 
You threw me me away
Save your fake tears
For another day 
  
Why did you look away
When you saw me struggling
You failed to hold at your hand
Is this your final stand?
 
I HEAR YOUR BLIND
BUT I CAN SEE
WAY PAST THAT FAKE PERSONALITY
YOU MEAN NOTHING TO ME
YOU DON'T EXISIST IN MY REALITY
 
I BARELY DOGED THE BULLET THAT TIME
MAKE NEXT ROUND I MAY NOT MAKE IT OUT ALIVE
IT'S OK CAUSE ITS FUN WHEN IT'S GOOD
BUT WHEN IT'S BAD YOU WANT TO DIE
I FEEL PARALYZED
 
You ripped out my heart 
You threw me me away
Save your fake tears
For another day 
 
Why did you look away
When you saw me struggling
You failed to hold at your hand
Is this your final stand?
 
 
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Comments:
Comment By: FreePelagic Mind on August 28, 2014 06:56:23 AM Report
Great Lyric about the most stressful job in the world, being a carer... You get damned by some for doing it, and when you can't do it any more your damned by others and yourself! Good insight! Good piece..





 


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