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Creative Endeavors / Why
« on: May 15, 2004, 07:07:57 am »
At least I think that's what I'll call it... :?
Looking up at a bright blue sky
Tears run down her face
And she's wondering why
Why everything has to be this way
Why she has to fight to live
Through every day
Looking in to a dark, cold room
Hidden and far away
She can sense the doom
Here to stay
And there are no windows
There are no doors
No way in for the light
No way out for the sores
And she cries
And she cries
'Til her eyes run dry
And she bleeds
And she screams
Still wondering why
She remembers looking up at a bright blue sky
She remembers giving in to the lie
She remembers living
She discovers what it's like to die
Looking up at a bright blue sky
Tears run down her face
And she's wondering why
Why everything has to be this way
Why she has to fight to live
Through every day
Looking in to a dark, cold room
Hidden and far away
She can sense the doom
Here to stay
And there are no windows
There are no doors
No way in for the light
No way out for the sores
And she cries
And she cries
'Til her eyes run dry
And she bleeds
And she screams
Still wondering why
She remembers looking up at a bright blue sky
She remembers giving in to the lie
She remembers living
She discovers what it's like to die