i was expecting some elaborite chicken breast with a buttery buscuit with gravy and fluffy mashed potatoes..
oh well
oh...and i don't think theres chicken in the crackers....
it was in the cupboard
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I cannot grow
I cannot move
I cannot feel my age
The vice like grip of tension holds me fast
Engulfed by you
What can I do
When History's my cage
Look foward to a future in the past
The more I talk
The more I say
The less you seem to hear
I'm speechless in a most peculiar way
Your mind is weak
Your need is great
And nothing is too dear
For you to use to take the Pain away