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I drive you to the point where all you have is lines, words conjured up in a matter of time, a time that hurt, it cuts your insides apart, its worse then a simple break of a heart, its something you cant discribe, a line, has now turned to a verse, coz everyday you feel plagued by a curse...

and everyday you wish it would, you could build up the courage to let it go, you dont want anyone to know this weakness, only if you could

only if no one knew if no one cared

then there would be no time wasted, no breath to breathe, i cant sit here and wait i cant sit here and think its ok

when its not i know iots too far to be ok

and thats all i can say

all you can say

every day

just three simple words which can curse the life and revive this verse