Mar 28, 2009 14:52
everlasting hello goodbye
vacant hours... ready to be filled again
waiting for the dreams to be made
getting paid in effortlessness
separating from helplessness
here comes that grave feeling of prolonged detachment
unreached, undiscovered, kind of like me
could i have been anybody other than myself?
becoming further from any chance to be all up on their dope
too tapped up on my own dope
our perspectives are so different
feet on the ground, heart in the clouds
it's funny how my stolen voice is readable