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Woorden: Brink Of Something Beautiful. Hazel The Happy Sandwich Lady.

You make me sick. Whoever thought to let you in my life. All you gave, I give back in a blaze, in a glory, or lack thereof. It's laid to waste. I've had enough and I say every day, you bring pain to my heart at night. You make me sick to my stomach by day. It's no lie, that you're the joke of this whole town with your name and derivations. I've got one more for you and it comes in this song. I tried to find the motives for all that you do, and it's puzzling. If things ever go awry, I'm warning you. You're hazel eyes in mine, feel so alive. And I have to put a stop to this so I wrote it down. And now the world will know. Only the strong survive. Those eyes are haunting me; it's me they want. I cannot see nor walk. It's making me anxious. And if ever I should die here's my letter, it'd read, to you, from me, it's poison. Eat, live, learn, die, with pride I die. Show those hazel eyes. Always be satisfied, live, learn, and die. Always be gratified, don't cry. I put my life on the line for too long...

(Thanks to Timothy for these lyrics)
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