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tinseltown pony (Lyric) by herbgirlofbirkenau
In my best dress I’m ready to confess... I’ve given up on the rain I’ve given up on the pain all was lost and nothing gained now I need someone to keep me sane. There is a certain vanity that lies in our discourse I gave up everything I had lines of cold remorse and now it’s too late to go back time runs against time and I can no longer lay claims on what I think should rightfully be mine. luck has all but runaway fate glares at me saying “not today, not this way.” And all I want is to sink my teeth in tight all I want is just a little bite... They’re launching rockets into space the dealer never dealt an ace... Lying face down in disgrace I need another time and place.. Too much haste... Too much haste... Realizations come too late you know it’s right ‘cause you can pinpoint it in his face but you can never find the words to say because you know that today is not the day today is not the day. So you clench your teeth give a tight lipped smile while inside you’re screaming all the while and the pain of all that could have been rises sourly, blushes the skin there is no time to begin... There is no time to begin... All was lost, all a waste on feelings felt that could not be erased I hold the paper and you the glue let’s piece it together let’s make this true let’s fight it - times three - apathy look at my eyes if you can’t see all the regret that lives within me if you name the time if you name the place I’ll disclose to you my true being my true face and if you are scared by what you see- all the flightiness inside of me all the battles where I have been all the bruises on my skin don’t look away I need you to stay - ...I want you to say why you lied why part of you died yes - it’s true ...I don’t know you but I do. and I see all that we could be you and me you and me. If only you could step away from all your playtime pretension and just be who you were, who you really are... To me.

Up the ladder: A Gentle Proffer
Down the ladder: Life is not serious

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Arithmetic Mean: 5.75
Weighted score: 5.089402
Overall Rank: 6320
Posted: May 30, 2004 11:01 PM PDT; Last modified: May 30, 2004 11:01 PM PDT
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