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written by: cliche

For every drop of emotion to flow from my two eyes.
For every solemn question, For every if, but, why.
For every time I sit alone, For every time I cry.
For every man that's hurt me, For every fucking lie.

I grow more wise and realise that love is a feeble disguise.
It entices me as it has the power to override and hypnotise.

All the while I have to crack a smile and walk with grace and walk with style and the stress does pile and pile and pile and pile,
That it's hard to speak and I feel so weak,
And my eyes have this tendency to ebb and buss two leak.

Lemi stop before I catch two feeling...


Mon, Aug 18, 2008 at 10:10PM

I like this! Your last line doesn't seem to fit as well but that's just my opinion. Great job!

Tue, Aug 19, 2008 at 11:04AM

Thank you for the feedback!

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