Amount of Time My Past Owes

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September 2012

Bigger then my past shows,

better then what i show,

no one else can really know,

the amount of time my past owes,

 

got my wings stripped, forever grounded,

no need to mute, i won't make a sound if

my heart is broken, ripped apart by hounds and

left later for a cop to find it,

 

sure i've been blinded, easy to play the fool,

better so nobody ever mistakes me for a tool,

each one can remember me by some sterling jewel,

and i'll remember each one by nothing, it's a rule,

 

someday i'll be so much more,

i'll have a line of hounds outside my door,

just remember to treat each like a bore,

never let em stay the night, blame it on your nonexistent snore.

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