Little Lost Cause

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I am a serial killer. This is why I did it. (science wise it's inaccurate I know).

Submitted: April 03, 2007

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The teachers go me thinking

Where I'm going, and who am I?

Whers my Dad, and where's my bride?

Hows my mother, and why I lied.

Little lost causes, crashing in my head,

Really get me feeling, like I like feeling dead.

But i cry, instead.

Lately I've been sinking.

Getting away with sins so real.

The time it takes these scars to heal,

Here's my sister, formaldahyde.

Lost causes,

They are lost causes to me.

Now I'm sitting in the chair where i was born,

Cut from the womb,

Kissed, and gone.

To the branches sway,

Get out the way

In and out of time

Iv'e got you on my mind.

You never reach your dreams.

Or so it seems.


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