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It moves in me again

You say it's no ones fault
Then I guess it is no ones fault and no ones to blame
Then there is nothing to save
And there is no one to hate
But I want to so bad ... believe me.

There are many things you never should say
Like "You are my soul", for it matters not at all
Your tears are meaningless, useless on your face
Just like your broken words, just like your late-night call
Just like the the thoughts of me with you at night
You are the disease that's in my life

There's just so many ways you never needed to be
Like standing with me, right up by my side
Now get that smile down off of your face.
You aren't greatest one, I am not your only one
You're just pain in my brain tonight
You are the disease that's in my life.

Now it's your fault
But there is nothing left to say
This time I will not halt
There is still nothing left to say
But you have brought my fury and hate
I didn't want this, so bad
Believe me.


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There are very few things that I do not tolerate. Someone has obliterated the last of my considerable patience in a very short time. Do not try me any further.

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  • Luthien Luinwe
    February 6, 2008

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    I wish it didn't have to be this way either but sometimes people can just be so thick headed. Sad but still a great poem.