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Real
Contributed by
glassicallyunsuperficial
on
Sunday, 15th May 2005 @ 03:15:25 AM in AEST
Topic:
Tributes
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I can't find myself
Where did I lose me
Searched and dugged again and again
Where had my soul lain
The sun's so bright but
Somethings just don't feel right
The healing touch of the breeze
Still can't quite cure my disease
Where's my ecstasy and heroine
Hey, who took my gin
See a problem here?
That's life for me, my dear
I want to know myself
Not some petty life of any anyody else
I want to let the world feel me too
As if I'm real
Like I'm real
Wanna be real
People tellin' me what to do
I'm repeatin' this, I'm no fool
So let go
Before I grow cold
Treat me like a person
I'd rather burst than slowly burn
But you're adding fuel
against my cowering fire
Give my freedom
To discussions I'm still open
But with my agreement
And I'd better see your contentment
Copyright ©
glassicallyunsuperficial
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2005-05-15 03:15:25] (Date/Time posted on
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