Too many tears have I cried
And only in your name.
Too many times have I tried
And only in my vain.
Too many times have I died
And only in the blame.
{Chorus}
You only made me cry
You only made me try
You only made me die
One too many times
Once again you hurt me
For your own sick taunting.
Once again you left me
For you own sick revenge.
Once again you killed me
For your own sick pleasure.
{Chorus}
You shattere my few dreams
Just to play childish games.
You blocked my few exits
Just to play mindless games.
You took my few chances
Just to play heartless games.
{Chorus x2}
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And the question that plagues my mind... is grace enough?
this is exactly the poem i'd be dying to read..
i feel the same way.. exactly the same way.
i love it.
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from the saddest girl to ever hold -not a martini- but you.
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The truth is that our civilization is not Christian; it is a tragic compound of great ideal and fearful practice, of high assurance and desperate anxiety, of loving charity and fearful clutching of possesions.
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The truth is that our civilization is not Christian; it is a tragic compound of great ideal and fearful practice, of high assurance and desperate anxiety, of loving charity and fearful clutching of possesions.
im glad i could write the poem for you~
hopefully you'll be able to pull yourself back up soon tho cuz i know it took me way too long to pull myself up from this~
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The truth is that our civilization is not Christian; it is a tragic compound of great ideal and fearful practice, of high assurance and desperate anxiety, of loving charity and fearful clutching of possesions.
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And the question that plagues my mind... is grace enough?
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The truth is that our civilization is not Christian; it is a tragic compound of great ideal and fearful practice, of high assurance and desperate anxiety, of loving charity and fearful clutching of possesions.
it's been over a year now..
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from the saddest girl to ever hold -not a martini- but you.
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