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" () " are screaming parts which is basically teh bridge. Hope you like it :) cause it's kind of what I feel right now to a friend.
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I admit I'm your biggest mistake.
Push me off the edge.
I fall to your face.
I don't know how to say sorry.
When I can't take the blame.
I told you the truth, but you're still playing this game.

Show me why I am so guilty?
Cause I can't feel the pain.
Why are you so angry?
When you know I didn't do anything.
Please tell me now cause I'm losing all my pateince.
What is there to blame.
When you lost to my witness.

We both did something wrong.
So just show your share.
Stop saying I'm a liar.
Cause we're not getting anywhere.
This battle must be settled.
We're dying every second.
How do I say sorry when I don't know what I've done?

Show me why I am so guilty?
Cause I can't feel the pain.
Why are you so angry?
When you know I didn't do anything.
Please tell me now cause I'm losing all my pateince.
What is there to blame.
When you lost to my witness.

Show me why I am so guilty?
Cause I can't feel the pain.
Why are you so angry?
When you know I didn't do anything.
Please tell me now cause I'm losing all my pateince.
What is there to blame.
When you lost to my witness.


(Tell me why am I so guilty!)
(Show me what I've done!)
(I can't feel the pain!)
(I'm sorry for what I've done!)
(Tell me everything!)
(Spill your guts cause I don't have anymore to spill!)
(Turn agasnt me once again!)
(Show me what I've done!)

Can you start the pain?
And if my lungs stilll let me breathe, will you be there for me?




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This isn't so bad... I don't tend to read song lyrics. They're so... randomly strewn together that I can't get a good critique out of them, but I think this one I can. ^_^

What is there to blame.
When you lost to my witness.


This doesn't really make sense to me... lost to my witness? What do you mean? I have no idea.

We both did something wrong.
So just show your share.
Stop saying I'm a liar.
Cause we're not getting anywhere.
This battle must be settled.
We're dying every second.
How do I say sorry when I don't know what I've done?
This is really contradictory. At the beginning you say "we both did something wrong" then you said "I don't know what I've done"--well how do you not know what you have done if you can admit you've done something wrong?

(Spill your guts cause I don't have anymore to spill!)
This line is just... I laughed really hard. It's incredebly ridiculous. I'm sorry--it just is. The visuals resulting from it are not something you want; I think the slang term of "spill your guts" just doesn't work when followed by that...
“It's necessary to have wished for death in order to know how good it is to live.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo




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I just like to say 'Spill your guts" for some reason I know it is a little bit silly but I like it. And what I meant by "We both did something wrong" I know I should of added "I'm still trying to find out what I've done, but just show your share"
And if my lungs stilll let me breathe, will you be there for me?




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shar_shar_says_rawr wrote:(Turn agasnt me once again!)

I get the feeling that you meant to say 'against' instead of agasnt'. :wink:

Well, Suzanne already got the stuff I noticed. This is pretty good, compared to some other lyrics I've read :roll: You wouldn't believe it. Anyways, yeah.


P•S•- Sorry for the lame-o review, but I should be doing homework and well, I couldn't see anything else wrong with it! --That's a good thing-- :P
everything i loved
became everything i lost.


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Thank you.
And if my lungs stilll let me breathe, will you be there for me?



Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving us wordy evidence of the fact.
— George Eliot