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unfinished, and in use of some criticism...


another friday night goes by
alone again,
a soggy bowl of cereal
seems to be my only friend,
now im waitin for a little bit of sunshine
to come and pick me up,
but she reached down to the depth of my soul
and tore the hope right out

i don't know what the others say,
but i got serious weight
holdin me down;
and its gettin heavier every day.

recollection of the days
before it was over,
don't have to see the righteous path
to know it's not getting any closer,
and it's hard to keep your spirits up
when you've left your heart.
somewhere behind
on the ground,
now our light is fading out.
Last edited by sillypuddy521 at Aug 6, 2008,