gangsta's paradise
tell me why are we...so blind to see...that the ones we hurt....are you and me
might sound like profound lyrics...but i really don't think they are. because if you really think about it, you can't get "hurt" by a stranger. i mean c'mon. it HAS to be "you" and "me" that "we" hurt, right?
you hurt when you love. now THAT'S profound.
might sound like profound lyrics...but i really don't think they are. because if you really think about it, you can't get "hurt" by a stranger. i mean c'mon. it HAS to be "you" and "me" that "we" hurt, right?
you hurt when you love. now THAT'S profound.
posted by Sunanda at Thursday, April 14, 2005
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That do you make of this: On a bed of fire I'm choking on the smoke that fills my home.
isn't that how it always is? arn't we all victims of our own actions?
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