

Your Fantasy WorldI know youYour Fantasy World
I know the way you are You make believe And pretend everything's alright
You see the blood on the floor You see something struggling to breath But you look away And pretend everything's alright
You hear the faint desperate cries You hear all the terrible lies But you shut your ears And pretend everything's alright
You smell the fire burning You smell the bodies decay But you plug your nose And pretend everything's alright
You feel the pleas for help You feel the beaten, broken souls But


PromiseNo its not me I cant be me The one dying The one bleedingPromise
I thought I had it in the bag Thought I could win Didnt think about you Never thought about you
Who would take care of you? Who would care? Without me Would you survive?
I always dragged you along
Always kept you with me Im sorry I didnt come this time Im sorry Ill never come
Youre on your own Little brother On your own You understand?
No more family Only gang No more fun &
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In loving memory of my grandfather, Charles "Lucky" Luciano.
No matter what they said, every time I see his picture, I still see Salvatore Lucania, that little boy who got off that boat.
Non è mai tutto finito...
If you wanna do the "quiz," you'll have to hit the previous journal entries button on my page and the "quiz" is in my journal titled "Damn I love these things!" And then just copy it into your journal with you answers in the place of mine and tell the other who you want to do it!
^_^
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In loving memory of my grandfather, Charles "Lucky" Luciano.
No matter what they said, every time I see his picture, I still see Salvatore Lucania, that little boy who got off that boat.
Non è mai tutto finito...
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In loving memory of my grandfather, Charles "Lucky" Luciano.
No matter what they said, every time I see his picture, I still see Salvatore Lucania, that little boy who got off that boat.
Non è mai tutto finito...
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You don't fail til you stop trying
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In loving memory of my grandfather, Charles "Lucky" Luciano.
No matter what they said, every time I see his picture, I still see Salvatore Lucania, that little boy who got off that boat.
Non è mai tutto finito...
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