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They said get it on, so on we got it,

No one cared, so no one caught it.

Choices chosen, now I go send,

Letters through the streams now frozen.

Old emotions drowned in oceans,

Explosions, roses, throws of fits

And split second decisions, collisions,

Revisions of visions once captured,

Raptured, laughter after the moment,

Slowment, atonement for dreaming,

Seeming all ok back then,

Before we knew it'd come again.

Constant music, I lose it, when I remember,

The bruises, clueless to this,

Cuz no one ever goes through this.

If ever there was an artist,

Tear apart this, and give up, can't live up,

To who I wanted, still haunted and daunted,

By every aspect of respect when,

All the classic, so tragic, and blast it,

I cast it over the edge of the ledge,

From the hedge of protection,

Reflections, injections of torment,

Lie dormant, stormin through my veins

And flowin, knowin I never drove down the highways,

Of my ways, the life ways and high days,

My minutes of splendor, thought it would be ok to lend her,

Everything that makes me me, see me,

I don't know how to be me.

Steaming, with issues, used tissues cover the carpet,

Started wipin my tears, and started facin my fears,

But couldn't make it, can't take it,

With all the conflicts awakened.

His vision of a mission to scare me,

Tear me down with no hope to repair me now,

Biting scratching to wear me down,

No more reason to bear it now.

Show my secrets and bare it now.

Get it all of my chest, unless, I pressed too hard,

And I'm too scarred, for anyone to accept me,

Kept me hidden, I've ridden the ghost train

To nowhere, I know where, I don't care,

If anyone else has to go there,

And blow there to grow hair.

You won't be a man, till you can understand,

Feel the sand, get a tan, chase the sun,

You can't run from the coming strumming,

Guitar of the sky, not so far, not so high.

It's no lie, that I tried to escape from it too,

Just like you, but it's true, that you can't.

So just stand, at the bar, in your car,

Or wherever the hell you are.

Just give in, you just can't win,

When you're so wrong, so wave so long,

To who you've been, and where you send,

Your tears, your cries, and all the water from your eyes.

Cuz there's no more need for all that now,

Come with me, and I'll show you how.

      -Lo Ruhamah