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Rip Out The Truth
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July 2007 Sinking under the black quicksand of sorrow
All chance is dead for a better tomorrow
Kicked down one too many times, lost
Now you cannot get up, that is the cost
Brokenhearted and you hide your heart
On the back of a shelf
Never let it down for anyone till you can trust yourself
Kill the dream there is nothing more to do
It won't work, it will never come true
Your scarlet letter awaits for your demise
Steadily it sits there, pleading for your cries
No one cares, they all think you are pathetic because of the letter
But by now, they all should know better
Slowly going insane, heart so cold
Ever since you lost the chance of his hands to hold
No one will listen, no one will try
There are no tears left to cry
Begging for someone to reach in and rip out the truth
But you have to wonder, what would it all be worth?
