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That little place


I want to rage I want to scream I want to let out this pain I am felling maybe then all be free I think I lost my mind no I lost my heart there no debated know I lost my mind but it's a one side it thing because part of me fine that's you gone part of move along but then there that empty space where a heart belongs an it so dark in there men I tell my mind not to go in thier but it finds it way in their creeping like a kid wanna see the magic of Christmas but at no magic thier you think it change in thier no window no wall just an dark empty place and then it creep up in me and I wanna scream I wanna rage I want to give him all this pain I wanna cut in till I bleed I wanna feel anything but the rage oh my goodness this ain't the place lock the door throw away the key lick the wound when they bleed I go to place I rage an I scream I see myself and I just let it all go in my heads like a drum playing a haven't set I can't here nothing else an for a second I lose my mind because I lost my heart I open up what I keep close at night this is where my mind goes and for a second I lose it lick my wounds thier Ozzing and my head is buzzing shattered Mirror where I stand I call this the ruined land fragment of the time we spent project smoke screen the only thing I see like I. The creep old movie like a projection hologram of you in me an I to watch it when I come to this place it play over an over again bitter sweet then dawn come an I'm at peace again I lock it up and greet the day with a smile on my face no one knows about that dark place with the broken stairs case the empty bottle leave them thier another day I lock it up an turn away me er see the light of day some night come and I wanna rage an it because I let you in and this is what we created an i guess it here to stay
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