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I gave you my love and you spit in my face.
I don't know why my love is so strong,
I don't know why I overlook all your flaws.
Why do you give me that look?
That look that gets me every time.
My heart is broken, shattered, ripped apart.
Yet when you walk through that door,
I fall apart.
I hate how you make me feel,
And I hate what you do.
But when you walk through that door,
I want to run to you....
I don't know why my love is so strong,
I don't know why I overlook all your flaws.
Why do you give me that look?
That look that gets me every time.
My heart is broken, shattered, ripped apart.
Yet when you walk through that door,
I fall apart.
I hate how you make me feel,
And I hate what you do.
But when you walk through that door,
I want to run to you....
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Where I'm From
Where I'm from...
The silence deadens the night
As the last picture falls
Screams echo through the sobs
As the mechanical lights retreat into the night
As the roar fades into dark
A squat grey metal lunchbox
Surrounded by it's clones
Empty promise of hunger easements
Flashes of sirens in my sleep
Bullets make a twisted lullaby
After the tears bathe my face
A girl born from filth
A child forced to grow
A plant full of miracles
The pain far from removed
Dreams make a name
Plans to make a dream
Where I'm from...is a living hell
Where heaven is just a dream
Life can end so easily, but
All I really need is hope
Literature
Voce - Outrem
Passou-se o tempo da mendicância
Deixei que fosse de dentro do peito
E na minha imensa e singela ignorância
Baixei minha guarda em um crime perfeito.
Bastou um leve mexer de cabelo
Cumpriu eu pensar que fosse não sê-lo
Feriu aquilo que julguei cicatriz segura
A couraça de anos novamente afunda.
Ao lhe ver no rosto de outrem
Pasmei em algo que me entrevem
E no choque que senti percorrer meu ser
Tetanizando e matando o que achei poder
Você voltou para mim
Você não está aqui
Você me abraçou e desejou-me 'Bom dia'
Na hora de almoçar fez-me companhia
Mas não é vo
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If tears could write a story
If tears could write a story, then this is written for you.
Please excuse the sorrow that will naturally flow through.
They will write the memories, ones of wrong and right.
Also leaving a brand, of the laughter and the fight.
The times we did embrace, tears will trace these too.
Of sorrow and of happiness, my tears will write for you.
I cannot cry you back, impossible this may seem.
But you have live and died, at last your soul has been.
Every breath I take, it is harder than the first.
Leaving me immobile with a heart about to burst.
Missing you is painful, more so than any death.
But this cannot bring you back, you have taken your final
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that's what they call love 
you can better fall of a britch it...
that hurts less then falling in love...
you can better fall of a britch it...
that hurts less then falling in love...