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Sunday, 7 October 2007

we romanticise our mistakes

I'm sick of putting my heart and soul
in to something stupid
just to have it thrown away as useless
i give up.
no point in it as all.
Posted by [pill]owtalk at 22:12

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66 Sleepers To Summer.

Blind men saw what no one saw before.
Someone with nothing standing on the edge of the world.
All roads lead to somewhere else.
I know I lost my way.
Don't make me leader, I'll lead you the wrong way.
Let me just sing sad songs to right all their wrongs.
There ain't a change coming soon.
Couldn't even save you, no saviour am I.
They sold us out for nothing, there's something to say.
It's getting worse each day.
Empty hearts and winter riot hopeless blue.
ideas for falling. Why don't you hold on too?
Couldn't even save us, no saviour am I.
Its always that for nothing, theirs something to say.
I know I'm lying. I can't let you down anymore.
I'm not the one to lead you all.

- Hope of the States