The Burn
I thought about
Leaving - but I couldn't even get outta bed
Hitchin' - but I couldn't get a ride outta town
Now anyone who really wanted me to be down
Come 'round
Thought about
Singin' but I couldn't remember all of the words
Breakin' but I couldn't get the pieces apart
Laughin' never knowing what the joke was about
Now I'm down
And I wonder how I never got the Burn
And if I'm ever gonna learn
How lonely people make a life
One strain at a time
Forgot About
Everything and everyone I needed before
Tryin' to get a handle on a reason to shine
Pickin' up the pieces that are falling behind takes time
So I wonder how I never got the Burn
And if I'm ever gonna learn
How lonely people make a life
One strain at a time and still shine
(hey everybody, lets all try and play the same song... just for the sake of our sanities)
-Burn- Matchbox 20




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Less then a memory
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*TheExquisiteCorpse ~JigsawPuzzleProject ~brights ~AtheistsClub *the-surreal-arts ~stock-devil-breath
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And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy;
They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,
They take a weight from off our waking toils,
They do divide our being.
-Lord Byron
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*TheExquisiteCorpse ~JigsawPuzzleProject ~brights ~AtheistsClub *the-surreal-arts ~stock-devil-breath
I look forward to reading more of your work
-Mal
--
And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy;
They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,
They take a weight from off our waking toils,
They do divide our being.
-Lord Byron
--
And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy;
They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,
They take a weight from off our waking toils,
They do divide our being.
-Lord Byron
Anyway, welcome to Deviant. Enjoy your stay~
Eh, Anime's not really my thing.
Thanks.
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And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy;
They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,
They take a weight from off our waking toils,
They do divide our being.
-Lord Byron
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