here trav, fix my spelling please haha.

Sep 15, 2003 16:59

whitmans ghost (on leisure and travel)
you but arrive at the city to which you're destine
you shall not allow the hold of those who spread
their reached hands toward you.
and i will not.

i am young i am strong i am inventive
i am young i am strong i am resiliant.
we are whom they talk about.
we will move the world

the world we've left behind
you're the only person i want to hold my
hand ever again.

circumvent
i know that with enough effort i can force myself to believe
that i've got no addictions and everything is like it was.
and all my semi intelectual ramblings on love are true.
remembering that the only person i've lied to is me.

you all know that with miminal effort crows will swoop down
and pull away my mask.
and people will see me for who i am
i'm so tired of pretending to feel remorse.

the hazing
i can't see your face from california, i can't see you there from here.
i've been told secrets from california, and they say 'sometimes even good hearts go bad'
it was not your time, that's a useless line, you gave it your best, not it's time to move on.

don't be afraid, we must live for today,
our uncertaities will surely be the death of us

but it was not your time, that's a useless lie, you gave it your best not it's time to move on.

don't ever lose faith, we must make our own fate, you gave it your best not it's time to move on.
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