Date: 1/30/2008

The nyt percussion

Alone in my corner, lyf is a party, but im a stranger. Defining my reality, defying society, celebrating my obscurity. Iv done this b4, every1s safe inside, i walk out the door.. Chorus: she left me, he betrayed me, she hates me, and he abandoned,,, me---. oh wat has it come 2, wat hav i dun 2, deserve misfortune, so i wlk wile singin,,, my,,, tu---ne.. A nyt on the town, no1s watching, no need 2hide this frown. The streets dnt judge, starlight echoes, silence never held a grudge. Scarred by lyt, demeaning interactivity, saved by nyt.. She was my lover, he was my friend, she was my mother, and he was never,,, the---re. Oh were is my place, i have no strength 2 face, each days disgrace, so i lie awaiting, nights,,, embrace...


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