A place where sarcasm fills the air.
Where they comfort in your innermost fear.
Where they go through all you shit when you're not home
and when you are they make you feel oh so alone.
So why do you put up with it all day after day?
Without a care or a new thing to say?
Do you just bend over and take it again
or do you think to stand up is a sin?
Do you think that you don't matter?
Just another gunshot's splatter?
Just another Dead end road
with nothing but pain to be showed.
So tell me when you plan to leave
so I'll not burden myself trying to grieve..

06/14/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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