this life is about having the bigger stick
somehow, i'm always caught with a straw
i gasp as i stand the edges
the world lashes while holding its sickle
restlessness holds me tirelessly
there's no more happy things to write
i lost all inspiration a while back
doesn't get much better then this
regret the forgetful
forget the regretful
there's never a time to be modest
there's never anyone ever honest
always some constant abuse
always theres numerous misuses
reservation for a song
singing for the wrong
doesn't anybody notice
the screaming in the night?
place the pin on the balloon
dressing up bravery in blue
in this mist of trying to be hated
in this great abyss its smiling
everyone love us more
without even trying
don't blink cause it might disappear
don't ever think that its ever too late
all of my vigor is applied with make-up
will i turn to destroy all of what i've create?
are you listening?
were you listening?
it's been written in stone
but be the one not to know
Thursday, April 8, 2010
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