I hate teh hair sticking to my face
Shadowing the tears
I hate this headache
From the everything pressuring me
I hate the world that runs by
Like nothings happening
Like nothings wrong
I'm wishing for a fairy tail
With no pain at the ending,
Oh, that perfect ending
That will never come
I know it's just
Plain and Dull
On the Road
Waiting for me
November 2007
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