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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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