 [.::.A Working Class Hero Is Something To Be.::.]
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Everytime I see your face
It makes me want to scream
A cold sweat drips from my face
As I realize it was only a dream.
My hands are shaking like leaves
My face has gone pale
Rain pours against my window
As it slowly turns to hail.
I get out of bed to look in a mirror
Hoping it was only a nightmare.
When I see my reflection, I think to myself
And I wonder what it's like there.
I wonder if you're in that place
Torturing other souls.
Talking to the girls like they're dirt
Turning more hearts into black holes.
I hope you're happy now
Knowing you've done this to me.
I hope that you're satisfied
With what I turned-out to be.
[.::.A Working Class Hero Is Something To Be.::.]
 CaRto0nz · Fri Aug 10, 2007 @ 04:22am · 0 Comments |
