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Again 10:43 a.m. 2003-09-13 Its always the same old game, the same mistakes the same old shame. Tomorrow i'll wake up hating how i still feel the same. Taste your own pain, mirrored in these words you'll never bleed again. Draw out each thought and over extend what you thought you knew. Look back on things past, on memories that still smolder. And realize... they don't have any hold on you anymore. The past is gone and its made you who you are, but the future is where you make yourself what you want to become. Which way you choose to look is up to you back & forth |