manipulating this circus

world go round world go up then go down im poison bleeding your heart bleeding your mind your soul every minutes contradicts another minutes i seen your heart bleeding i care not anymore i give unwanted night mares when you have no dreams im manipulating this circus they call life ill burn the world just to get my dreams back again i am tired i am ready to push the boundaries even further into your death this is me manipulating this circus they call life
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Posted: Mar 2010
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