- May 11, 2004
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Let Me Rip
Sick and tired and can't get a grip
So I pick up my pen and start to Rip
Tired of being reminded of things long gone
Sick of being taunted over all that went wrong
Yes my heart is bleeding
Yes my soul needs repair
But the pen can redeem me
My pen is how I share....
All the pain the world produces
I tuck it deep inside
All the hurt you thrust upon me
All the times you lied
So I let the anger seap from my pen's pointed tip
I pick up my pen and let it Rip
My pen can spit the venom
My heart really wants to relay
But my heart can't do the talking
So my pen says okay
Mighty blows of pain
Venom lethal as cocaine
My pen produces from its tip
So I pick up my pen
...Let me Rip
Sick and tired and can't get a grip
So I pick up my pen and start to Rip
Tired of being reminded of things long gone
Sick of being taunted over all that went wrong
Yes my heart is bleeding
Yes my soul needs repair
But the pen can redeem me
My pen is how I share....
All the pain the world produces
I tuck it deep inside
All the hurt you thrust upon me
All the times you lied
So I let the anger seap from my pen's pointed tip
I pick up my pen and let it Rip
My pen can spit the venom
My heart really wants to relay
But my heart can't do the talking
So my pen says okay
Mighty blows of pain
Venom lethal as cocaine
My pen produces from its tip
So I pick up my pen
...Let me Rip