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Fri 23 Jul, 2004 08:41 am
I want out
I'm stuck
But i'm stuck
I can't get out
I'm too young
to comprehend
I'm breaking down
I'm so messed up
Help me, help me
I can't help myself
Lose it, lose it all
It's not worth it
Run, run fast
I can't
I have nowhere to go
Trapped, I'm trapped
I'm losing my mind
Exploding, exploding my nerves
Stop this, just stop
All these emotions
Get me out, out
Please, I am gone
So gone
Your poem the reflect of confusive brain
Confusive aint a word. Who's confused now?
Who says confusive aint a word? letters on a page forming sounds are words to me.. maybe thats why i make little sense? oh well, the less ppl understand me, the less they can disagree with me and shout things. hehe.
I luv luv luv this! As stated before it shows confusion..I like that.
I dont know. Maybe I'm missing something but i was never a fan of this "i can't help myself, help me" type songs
I was never a fan of the devil. Thanks for your two cents though!
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