Sunday, December 09, 2007

Local anesthetic

Severe apathy
I'm dying
fo find something to live for
Its never enough

Put me in a shelter
And feed my addiction

Been dysfunctional so long
That it feels normal
Living as an outcast
Breeding the repeat

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