Pain,
Is something that we live for.
Something we fight to stop.
But it never matters,
Because it never changes.
That's the way life is.
I wish I had a pen,
That never ran dry.
So I could write you a poem,
Draw you a picture,
Of what I feel for you.
But I've faced pain, and so have you.
But I can still stand,
And you're slowly falling.
I already know,
You'll refuse my help
To help you stand.
But Baby, I'm so ready.
Lets start a riot
On the world.
They'll never suspect us.
Because they've never heard of us.
So once again,
It's the same old thing.
Pain is life.
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A rant, maybii???
What did you think
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wow i like it nice...
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