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martes, 28 de octubre de 2008

Wake up here i go cram it all down my throat stomach so full that i wish i could choke.Seven am my heads,already in a spin just as soon .I'm out that door bam hits me like a ton of those red bricks.Can't dig myself out of this highest ditch, this madness i swear sometimes,i can't tell which way is up,which way is down.It's all up in my face need to push it away, some body push it away ,so all that i can hear is a simple song.