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Truth lies in alibies,
Logic resides in legality,
Everything now-days,
Falls into technicality
Do I place myself to the side of which line?
To the left of the right, somewhere in between,
Used to seem just fine,
Till things grew just a little more complicated,
And every piece of paper desired to be dated,
Signatures in place of honor,
Instead of word is bond,
Days of decency,
Seem infinetely gone,
YOu can hear the violin,
but never see the symphony,
See all the fireworks,
But never experience,
What life was meant to be.
Maybe we miss the days of black and white,
A time when we could tell day from night,
When we could sit together and not fight,
Lifes become a little more handicapped,
With more buttons to push,
More responsibilities that ambush,
And leaves us binded trapped.
Maybe I feel like this should all be thrown away,
its not me
Logic resides in legality,
Everything now-days,
Falls into technicality
Do I place myself to the side of which line?
To the left of the right, somewhere in between,
Used to seem just fine,
Till things grew just a little more complicated,
And every piece of paper desired to be dated,
Signatures in place of honor,
Instead of word is bond,
Days of decency,
Seem infinetely gone,
YOu can hear the violin,
but never see the symphony,
See all the fireworks,
But never experience,
What life was meant to be.
Maybe we miss the days of black and white,
A time when we could tell day from night,
When we could sit together and not fight,
Lifes become a little more handicapped,
With more buttons to push,
More responsibilities that ambush,
And leaves us binded trapped.
Maybe I feel like this should all be thrown away,
its not me