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Tue 13 Jul, 2004 09:02 pm
I run away from this past
God knows I wont turn back
Nightmares in this haunted house
I'm not alone beneath this mist
Broken ribs and smokers lungs
When I pray its all undone
Blood shot eyes this morning after
Next time pray ill be stronger
Hiding underneath these stairs
While death rings into my ears
Take this bread and this cup
Know that I wont give up
Broken down I praise you
Beaten up by my father
Its not enough to tease me
Not alone your hear with me
Despite your remarks
You look down on me
Afraid of the dark
Yet it always follows me