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A Battle To Be LostI'm fighting the needle,A Battle To Be Lost
'Cause I'm too weak for the knife,
I'm too weak to do much of anything,
In my short, meaningless life,
No one knows but a sister,
The source of my self-hate,
It hasn't always been the source,
Of my inner debate,
I'm fighting the mirror,
My original enemy,
She's right, I'll admit,
About her thorough scrutiny,
I'm in the mood to kill,
Anyone in my path,
But I should just make this really simple,
And kill the psychopath,
The one who is weak,
The one who is useless,
The


Little Pink BowThe creak of a swing,Little Pink Bow
As my feet brush the ground,
I've grown older now,
Though my heart still pounds,
With blood of the past,
And blood of the new,
Life went by so fast,
Sometimes I wish I knew,
That in those years ago,
The ones filled with cheer,
That things would change quickly,
Things wouldn't be the same here,
I hear the bells of laughter,
Come from a child,
I look up and smile after,
As I see her giggling so wild,
Little blond curls,
With a little pink bow,
Complete with a little pink


Such A ChangeIt was on night's like these,Such A Change
In the slight cold,
Where I'd cry all alone,
With no one to hold,
No one understood,
Nor heard my silent screams,
And piercing cries,
Splitting seams,
I thought I might die,
But low and behold,
On a night like this, finally,
I have someone to hold,
I'm so in love,
With this child,
With this man,
We're so mild and wild,
It's difficult to understand,
How I almost ignored this,
How hard it was to find this, How happy I am to have this,
If I coul
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~Jesus & J.G.
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"A bit of you dies everyday; it's your choice on how you rebuild yourself for tomorrow."
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~Jesus & J.G.
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"A bit of you dies everyday; it's your choice on how you rebuild yourself for tomorrow."
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~Jesus & J.G.
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"A bit of you dies everyday; it's your choice on how you rebuild yourself for tomorrow."
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