clear
surrounded in clouds of doubt
my heart grows faintly,weak
i'm trying so bad to shout
but i can not speak
your eye's left me star struck
can i escape your clutch
fallen-i've lost all hope
insanity-can i cope
take another hit of the smoke
swallow my pride,hide it inside
tommorow looks better from here
i'll sit and wait for the clouds to clear
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hiddeninbloodposted on 04/29/2008
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