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Reach For Any Truth
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July 2010
Feel for the bottle, pull out the roaches in dozens,
feel the lovin that I'm givin to you while I'm shovelin,
my grave while I'm poppin purples, enough to count on my two hands,
since sadness has been my norm, stars have been more in demand,
well I may not deal with past, either fog it or forget it,
I'm not an expired card, these memories won't be shredded, gimme credit,
someone spilled coffee on my image so I need to try and clean it,
my M16's mean it, closed systems split while the last hit was where I quit,
I sung and missed low, why would I stay in the game,
who gets the blame when there is nothing left to gain,
had a heart that was ripped out when she admitted she was fibbing,
something went wrong since my reality border security is thinning,
your brain must be on some new high since you walk around like a zombie,
with your aeropostale, pink, and abercrombie,
take that happpiness and bottle it in whatever is truly yours,
vacuum up my life like it was simply all chores,
I'm serious, don't be delirious, I'm furious,
when it comes to lying you are imperius, when it comes to me think mysterious.
