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Cycle Called Life
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June 2010
How can I run from such a pretty face,
long to find you hiding beneath the cloth I save,
with one more night they might put me away,
and any future love would be a miracle.
Is there a reason you keep pushing everyone out?
Is there a reason you wish you could be someone else?
Sleep in the clouds instead of your bed,
without the flight the nights are hard to get through.
I choose to be the stoner all alone,
put in five with a dutch, I'll roll it and hit it with anyone.
Must I go through the pain all over again,
parachute it down and prepare for your feelings now to be dead,
how long do you wish this time to last?
time to look forward to not remembering aother weekend.
truthfully I am scared to die,
can not even fathom what must come after,
hope Nonnie is occupied on a gold chariot,
anything to not have her wath over me now or see through my ceiling.
Her soul would fall apart,
if she ever saw that my heart has become dark,
my ship sank in haunted waters, washed ashore deadly lands,
fell on my knees and cupped my hands.
Received purple stars from a friend, not a thief,
he is my supplier of my green technique,
busted up every single trust,
every past friendship must now be broken up,
burned all holy passages and Nonnie's psalm,
I did instead of try,
throw old memories in the flame to make room for the new me,
listen to the scratch on a blackboard from rusty nails,
I stand in line at the worthless person factory,
the amount of bright I contain is why I bite my nail,s
we are ALL a part of this foolish and pointless machine.
