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where there used to be an uncertain certainty to my days, my days now have taken on an interesting fractured sensibility. the tricky thing about freedom is even if there is so much to be excited about, there are as many things to be afraid of.
how to keep these stories inside? how to keep from bursting? but keep them i will to protect those who are innocent. and those who are guilty as well. sometimes the guilty need as much protection as the innocent. even if only from themselves.
my love to those of you whom i love…
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Years go by
Will I still be waiting
For somebody else to understand
Years go by
If I'm stripped of my beauty
And the orange clouds
Raining in my head
Years go by
Will I choke on my tears
Till finally there is nothing left
One more casualty
You know we're too easy... easy... easy.
Cause sometimes
I said sometimes
I hear my voice
And it's been here
Silent all these years.
how to keep these stories inside? how to keep from bursting? but keep them i will to protect those who are innocent. and those who are guilty as well. sometimes the guilty need as much protection as the innocent. even if only from themselves.
my love to those of you whom i love…
__________________________________
Years go by
Will I still be waiting
For somebody else to understand
Years go by
If I'm stripped of my beauty
And the orange clouds
Raining in my head
Years go by
Will I choke on my tears
Till finally there is nothing left
One more casualty
You know we're too easy... easy... easy.
Cause sometimes
I said sometimes
I hear my voice
And it's been here
Silent all these years.