Fred Chamberlain

Can you see my scares
do you know my pain
as many as the stars
can you believe they call me sane
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i'd rather die form your hands than mine
so come on if your going to hit me come on
i would rather die then hit you back
and i wont, no, i'll be nice
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why do people hide behind lies
not to tell the truth
to hid from your self and others
no one knows me now
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time flies
time takes
time gives
time always seems to escape
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running away from fear
even though it will always be there
the one thing i fear is pain
that there is too much pain
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Counting the scars up my arm
what have i done
is there need to alarm
maybe i was just having fun
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The demons count the pills on the table
the scars on my body
the suicide attempts
the crazy thoughts
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We are greedy
we are hateful
we are judgemental
we are like a virus
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What do you do
when someone calls the cops on you
should you trust them
or hate them
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When you count the pills
when you count the scars
when you count the blades
when you count the pains
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Running out of time
the days fall short
day's feel less than the 24 that they are made up of
when the cuts don't heal as fast as they used to
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When the blade touches the skin
it's mouth waters, as it moves fast and swiftly
as a red water fall flows from your arm
the blade has a taste of blood
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When you keep the walls up
no one can see you
never be angry or hateful
because it leads to disaster
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i go down this path
it cuts into two halves
one side there is flowers and trees
and the other just dead leaves
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black desk
green walls
cherry stained floor
blue light
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Nice is the midnight
under neath the moonlight
when the time is right
you just know
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Knifes, guns, war
what ever happened to
peace, love, kindness
is the way it should be
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You And Me Will Be Together Soon,
Under The Sun Or The Moon,
Under The Stars,
I Will Meet You At All Of The Bars,
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This Place is Nor Heaven Nor Hell,
It's Nor Here Nor There,
The Place Where The Bell Perches,
But, What I Wont To Know Is Why The Bell Sits The Way It Sits,
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Is your house your home or is your home your house
a home is love, caring, sharing, and sweet
home is a place where you can have your own beat
there is no hate, no pain, and no lying
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