Fake

by thomas ayotte   Jan 19, 2005


Dominated by anger
lost in my fear
the blood drips from my knuckles
i could drowned in my tears

no one to trust
this world is unreal
i hit the wall again
the pain i don't feel

anger still rising
sorrows taking my breath
it makes no difference
life or death

either way i choose
this world is shit
people are fake
and i can deal with it

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