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Stop This

Contributed by LucisLucy on Saturday, 8th January 2005 @ 02:12:34 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



See what your saying
I don't understand
You're going in circles
As though you own the land

Got your own way
Prescribe me the drug
No chance to survive
Even through your hug

Escaping the world
You know I'm leaving
Won't stay behind much longer
Gonna stop this grieving

Don't matter right now
Can't stop my own hand
You may say no
But you don't understand

Across on the fields
Painted in grey
Holding up the point
Gonna end this sick day

Escaping the world
You know I'm leaving
Won't stay behind much longer
Gonna stop this grieving

Sitting right down
Feeling weak in the head
I want to get up
So I can see myself dead

You aren't the blame
I won't put you in hay
This is all me
Don't care what you say

Escaping the world
You know I'm leaving
Won't stay behind much longer
Gonna stop this grieving

Hold my head high
Walk out to find
As I see your face
My body left behind

Can't go back now
I've stopped all the pain
And you may not know it
But I am to blame

Escaping the world
You know I'm leaving
Won't stay behind much longer
Gonna stop this grieving

Across on the fields
Painted in grey
Holding up the point
Gonna end this sick day



Copyright © LucisLucy ... [ 2005-01-08 14:12:34]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Stop This (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Saturday, 8th January 2005 @ 02:45:09 PM AEST
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seems very songlike. you dont need to end the say, thats what night is for.




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