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i'm sick. I can barely swallow. I look in the mirror, and its more than that. I'm wasted wrecked pulled like copper wire. but I wasn't always this... ...worn you wouldn't recognise me. my eyes are dull and i'm missing that famous smile. its easy to see, my angel withdrew his wings now i'm in the harshest light left like this and now i live with this new me... but i never forgot a thing. © 2002, h e a t h . h o u s t o n |