(to creed's "torn") (music) there...is a place we...stand on a plane my own life is a quandary this...is my punishment you...are my crosses' bane this moronic life...will soon be up again (chorus) so this is my feeling this hate will leave me reeling the choice you made got us here and you're my one now my only one now who would stick by me now in their fear? i.......will not hit you same...as the one who bit you my sleeping silence is a choice now watch.....me have your choice down on me blind....i was but i see the only way you'll be is in a musuem (chorus) i'll just want you to make you're choice(x4) (chorusX3) (music til fade)
Reason for writing:
we all gotta make choices. like the guy who had a conversation with me on saturday night and said the words, even though he didn't follow them "don't be gay."
Birth sign: Aries
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