You're father's dead, he passed in his sleep.. and I woke to the sounds, of her cryyying.. You're father's dead, he passed in his sleep.. And I woke to the sounds of her cryyying.. You're father's dead he passed in his sleep.. And I woke to the sounds of her cryying.. You're father's dead he passed in his sleep.. Pray, pray, for us all.. Pray for us all, pray for us all, pray, pray for us all..
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Gah, that song sticks in my head... I pick up songs from each, don't I? They get stuck with me. So Dashboard Confessional and Coheed and Cambria, huh...? Two bands, one for each. Can't bring myself to stop listening to Dashboard, even with bad memories. A way to remember. Maybe someday Coheed and Cambria? I hope not, because.. Well, what I mean is.. If it is, yes, then.. But I hope that it never.. um.. I hope it never has to be simply a memory?
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Sometimes I kinda lose hope, in all this. In the way life is.. Oh, how to explain..? Sometimes I worry that the bad outnumbers the good. The stress and the hate, the frowns and the pain. I guess school's driving me mad? Nah.. Life is. Our life.. I wasn't made for it, not at all. I wasn't made for this piled responsibility, I can't keep up.
It all makes me nothing short of sad. And kinda.. I don't know. I'm pinned down by everything I should do so easily, so automatically.. It should be so simple... Yet it's not. Mm.. *sighs* I need to do something.
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*chuckles*.. Thanks Elizabeth.. :)
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