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With lips tightly sealed,
She swallows her tounge,
Shifty eyes,
Shes been and gone,
I like to wonder what you'll do with your life,
Yeah, like I ever will.
I disgust myself,
I lay awake in the dirt,
I love her and I hate myself,
"Boy that hurts!"
Why am I here?
Lonley Youth.
I'm in a crowded street,
I hold back the tears as I watch people by,
Sense the saddness hid within the eyes,
And my heart breaks for them,
Feel the pain inside.
Exhausted, dying some disgusting disease,
Tortured, Tormented,
Angry or lonely,
And if your suicidal,
Trust me they won't believe,
But me heart bleeds,
I feel the pain inside.
Hurting people can make you feel so small,
You know?
I know when your hurting cause I feel it all,
Feel it in my blood and maybe,
i found a red light that turned to green
the moment i sped past
that hour’s train thundered above as
i threatened the glossy paint
against the stone trestle
of the railroad bridge
the fog of thinking dissolved on that
cold road as I watched it
consumed underneath,
seventy miles per hour
pulling the yellow snake
across the black
i thought about abbreviations
the way you squeeze otherwise respectable words
as you punch out the order for a classified
