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I suppose every last bit, is the laughing joke,
Everytime I take my self seriously,
I find that I start to choke,
Maybe it's hard for me after so long,
To just give up, a hindering habit,
Give up waiting here by the tree,
Waiting for the white rabbit,
She's not here, She won't come
So I'll roam wonderland alone,
Thundering overhead on an empty plane,
Lightening strikes twice,
Making me cower to the groud,
I look up above, but there's not a sound,
Nor hint of direction,
Either I die here,
And leave my confession,
Or change my ways,
And learn a new lesson,
But the wind doesn't blow,
To the north, east, west, or south,
Each empty view, leaves me with an open mouth,
It's hard to know where to go,
When you don't know where your at,
Are you steeply laid into trouble?
Or can you relax and kick back?
People push in, there's no denying their prescence,
But they give advice, when they have no directions,
Maybe thats how they get by on their own,
Is watching you fall into each an every thorn,
I'd be ready to fight,
But I'm out of breath,
prepared to give up,
But scared by death,
Tempted to be sidetracked,
For fear of completion,
Torn to pieces inside,
But can't find a reason.
A compass of ashes, map stained in blood,
So many tried before me,
Why should I be the one to make it,
A mountain I'll never make it up.
This is my only shot,
Gods only one gift,
Make use of what you have,
He doesn't give again.
So by this blade, twin edges,
I live or die inside,
Only by a devil's faults,
Have I since long survived,
Travelers lost in a weary confusion,
Come to this plast, in sight of illusion,
Only to find that this town,
Is one of delusion,
I begged to be let go,
But the claws clench so tight,
I'd kill to see her one last time,
For even the briefest sight,
Of her golden blonde hair,
Her perfect smile,
And the way she would care,
She would listen,
To each an every word,
As if it were my last,
If I only knew then,
Life ends so fast.
They down from above, so foolish,
I despise myself, embarassed,
Lost, inside crying, screaming,
Left.
Just as fate would have, it,
Was,
Me,
That became,
Self explained
Irony
Everytime I take my self seriously,
I find that I start to choke,
Maybe it's hard for me after so long,
To just give up, a hindering habit,
Give up waiting here by the tree,
Waiting for the white rabbit,
She's not here, She won't come
So I'll roam wonderland alone,
Thundering overhead on an empty plane,
Lightening strikes twice,
Making me cower to the groud,
I look up above, but there's not a sound,
Nor hint of direction,
Either I die here,
And leave my confession,
Or change my ways,
And learn a new lesson,
But the wind doesn't blow,
To the north, east, west, or south,
Each empty view, leaves me with an open mouth,
It's hard to know where to go,
When you don't know where your at,
Are you steeply laid into trouble?
Or can you relax and kick back?
People push in, there's no denying their prescence,
But they give advice, when they have no directions,
Maybe thats how they get by on their own,
Is watching you fall into each an every thorn,
I'd be ready to fight,
But I'm out of breath,
prepared to give up,
But scared by death,
Tempted to be sidetracked,
For fear of completion,
Torn to pieces inside,
But can't find a reason.
A compass of ashes, map stained in blood,
So many tried before me,
Why should I be the one to make it,
A mountain I'll never make it up.
This is my only shot,
Gods only one gift,
Make use of what you have,
He doesn't give again.
So by this blade, twin edges,
I live or die inside,
Only by a devil's faults,
Have I since long survived,
Travelers lost in a weary confusion,
Come to this plast, in sight of illusion,
Only to find that this town,
Is one of delusion,
I begged to be let go,
But the claws clench so tight,
I'd kill to see her one last time,
For even the briefest sight,
Of her golden blonde hair,
Her perfect smile,
And the way she would care,
She would listen,
To each an every word,
As if it were my last,
If I only knew then,
Life ends so fast.
They down from above, so foolish,
I despise myself, embarassed,
Lost, inside crying, screaming,
Left.
Just as fate would have, it,
Was,
Me,
That became,
Self explained
Irony