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Dear Travesty

Contributed by ConfusedPancake on Saturday, 3rd April 2004 @ 12:32:06 AM in AEST
Topic: SongLyrics



when will we become one
apparently i'm not loud enough
it's apparent that i'm not who i was
so when can i change
when will we become something more

in the last hour of appreciation
we leave in regrets that swallow us whole
in the last minutes of a shattered age
the depths between us deepen
and we crumble beneath this overshadowed stage

when will i be heard for once
apparently i'm too quiet
it's apparent that i'm not loud enough
so when will my voice return
when will i become something more

in the last hour of my broken standards
i leave with a sense of doubting words
in the last minutes of a shattered age
the depths between us deepen
and we crumble beneath this overshadowed stage

the newer the consequence is
the less likely we are to survive
the fewer times we hang our heads
the easier it is to leave our lies alone

i will call you out
i will sort you out
and burn your bridges down
i will call you out
i will sort you out
and burn your bridges down for one last time.




Copyright © ConfusedPancake ... [ 2004-04-03 00:32:06]
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Re: Dear Travesty (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 3rd April 2004 @ 10:35:02 PM AEST
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love the poem gus. They rocks. Love you lots!!

xoxo-Kayla


Re: Dear Travesty (User Rating: 1 )
by SocialMisfit on Tuesday, 26th April 2005 @ 08:53:03 PM AEST
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cool poem, liked this lots


SM




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