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Dirty Little Heart by Lostprophets

Another night, Another Year that's gone.
"Raise your glass!" I'm not home tonight.
Nothings changed, but everything is diferent.
Getting cold in the bus stop light.
All the days, all the times we spent
Making plans for another life
Staring out of a backseat window
Making cuts with a plastic knife
This dirty heart still longs to beat
Back in your arms, back on your street
These open wounds you gave me
These broken bones will take me
Crawling on thru the debris of my dirty little heart
Another flight, still I don't belong
An empty glass, still not home tonight
I look for a change, but only find indiference
I'm growing old in the glare of the spotlight
All those nights, all these hearts I've haunted
All the memories that we shared
I wonder if this will ever be different
I wonder if they will ever be spared


Music for the soul... Lost

Fuck you all

Reality

Reality is harsh... There are no dreams... Hope is a false feeling created to ilude the feeble minded... Reality is all we have... Good guys don't get rewarded... Bad guys do what they want... You just live for yourself and tramp everybody and everyone... Life sucks... And nobody mathers... So if I go away nobody will notice... Maybe I'll just let myself fade... Until I'm nothing more than a spot in the anals of history, lost in between the lines in some watered down page in a decaying book... Reality is harsh... History will forget me... People will move on... Reality is harsh... And I just live in the real world... Maybe someday, a relative of mine will place flowers in my long lost grave... Maybe I'll be the last of my line... Reality is harsh... And I just live in the real world... I'm not another sheep in the herd, but I'm just another spec of dust in the universe... Will I matter?? I think not... 'Cause reality is harsh...
So I'll see you again when the world ends and the moon colapses in the ocean... When my bones are nothing more than dust and my heart is worm food.... Or maybe, just maybe... If the flowers over my grave blossom spelling my name... I'll be something and someway somewhow reality will bend and we'll have one more moment of pure bliss before fading into stardust... But Reality is harsh...
So I'll see you....
Lost

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