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Listen to me, Love me, Praise me.
By Exodus
This really was a quickie...i just got really mad and jotted this down....I
know its no good...but I had to get it out...
I pour my soul for nothing
And she is praised
Maybe I’m just jealous
But its so hard to face
I could care so much more
But it would take me to my grave
The pain in my heart is growing
Everytime I hear you whisper her name
I could say she’s nothing
But I wont drown in the rubble
Of a broken city
Blinded by the lies
She created
And I bleed my body for nothing
And I stain apple red for nothing
Because of you
I am nothing
Don’t play stupid
You know I’m talking to you
I want my fame
I want credit
For the lies I tried to strangle away
But no one cares to see
This battle and my defeat
Maybe I’m just jealous
But its so hard to face
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Copyright 2003 Exodus
Published on Monday, December 29, 2003.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Friday, January 30, 2004, stormtalk
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wrote:
For some odd reason... this one isn't drenched in my comments yet. "I could care so much more/ But it would take me to my grave" has some real meat to it... I know that feeling all too well. Great ending, too... and I'm always watching your battles ;)
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