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Far From Home
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April 2010
Another day in this suicidal lifestyle, another nights ends,
end as high as the one before,
our memories are nightmares, nothing but poem lines to me,
and I never seem to cre that I am far from home.
And it's almost like,
my former self is trying everything, the high me is trying everything,
to keep the other one out.
All the lessons I've learned and pens I have ran out of,
a million hopeful fairytales that ended up as a million night scares,
the lies I've heard from people I'll never hear from again,
and still I could care less that I am far from home.
And I've now said it twice,
the old me is trying everything, to break the high me apart,
cause it's almost like,
the high me is trying everything, to keep me as high as can be.
This is now the part, where the guitar breaks into the solo,
but instead it will be my pen, being used as an intrumental,
I will tell you enough truths, to want to drive you mental,
but for you I will always grow up and act so governmental.
For you I will be true, always and forever to you,
never through a trial for you, I will be there in any ways like granny may,
or like good ole Rennie, any way you say.
I swore I wouldn't say it thrice,
the old mes trying everything, to show me its all powerful light,
caise its almost nice, at least I run through your mind too,
you tend to run through my mind too,
so now where do we go?
I will go anywhere you want to go.
