Wednesday, June 17, 2009

heartache

What's become of you?
You've been bought for less than you think

I hope for anything
but really there's nothing.


How much can you take?
How much can I take?

You hope for everything
But really there's nothing.


But really there's nothing



just like
me, you've
lost your
sight now

just like
me, you
see no reason
to fight

but you won't
find your
pot of
gold here

just like
me, you
can't be
told now

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