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Post by Nicki on Jun 3, 2004 6:13:50 GMT -5
I follow the lines of my pen as I write I don't know where it's going to... where i'm going to crash into...
Your finger I do see it pointing back at me
Your eyes they weigh like bricks all over me
I don't follow the way for me to think about every single word that slips through
My guilt just carries on....... My innocence always seems to die And it's not meant for me to know the reason why it's not meant for me to excuse the words to live by
I write as I crawl I live...
As I breath I think And pour in alcohol to the thoughts until they drink up enough to pass out on the bed outside of my head
What I wouldn't give for someone else to hold this pen and write
What I wouldn't lose for someone else to trade another page with me And sober up... sober up my thoughts.
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Post by J$crILLa on Jun 3, 2004 13:04:19 GMT -5
As I breath I think And pour in alcohol to the thoughts until they drink up enough to pass out on the bed outside of my head
DAMN i can relate for sure to this one, dope piece, loved the way you put it down, good style n stuff
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Post by B~nice on Aug 22, 2004 13:48:40 GMT -5
word to bof yall
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