| The Price of Living two bucks short of the price of living my mistakes feed off of my own misgivings trapped in lies and crocodile tears attempting to escape from wallowing fears waiting for the saviors of tomorrow my responsibility to drown my sorrow the numbness leaks throughout my mind searching for pieces that I hope to find fed up with anticipation of elusive freedom and tied down by sinews of fear to come © 2001 BLONDEfox |
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