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Too Damn Deep (negativity)

I always cried over spilt milk,
And I always shunned the bright side of things

For I believed I was too damn deep
To follow anything.

I’m still crying over that same
Glass of spilt milk
Ad all I’ve ever known
Was the grey side of anything.

Shun it once, shame on me,
Shun it twice, death I see.

For the ignorance of others keeps me
Lacked away in loneliness.

All I’ve ever known was destitute,
And it curls around me like cigarette smoke.

July 16, 2004

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Too Damn Deep (negativity)

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