Novocaine

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
wrote this when i was pissed with life~

Submitted: June 07, 2010

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How much longer can i play this game?
How much longer can i try,
Should i relinquish and live in pain,
Or hide in a corner and cry.

I dont know why I've become so numb,
Or why my hearts been turned to stone,
Life has me stricken dumb,
I just want to heal my wounds alone

Im sick of this hunger, sick of this pain,
nothing ever happens the way I intend,
Each time i surface, I go back slain,
Sick of being someone i only pretend.

In some place, On some day,
If a heaven and hell should exist,
I know for my crimes, I shall pay,
Till then, memories persist.


I don't know when i will die,
To escape the horror i see,
But when that day comes, I will fly,
Free from the terrors that be.

This is what i am, living in strife,
Suffering what others cannot see,
The sad story i call my life,
My pain known only to me.


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