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not promised tomorrow 2/24/02
See 'em coming a mile away
fake smile,
fake hair,
fake nails,
why the facade?
I know your plan,
you introduced me to your man
is it for the plot of vengence?
I comprehend it
my misery,
my tears,
my pain,
but
you pretend
to be a true friend
scheming for seamen
like devils I consider you a demon;
dreaming for my divine gift
but the budda bless
consumes my stress;
Once was told that
the good die young
and the young die best
so whats better
death at 27?
or death at 87?
don't know
but I live for today
because I'm not promised tomorrow
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not promised tomorrow 2/24/02
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