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round 2
i just felt like i wasnt completely empty but then again who really feels empty with their words. think about that for a moment oh wait take 2, because the only reason you are reading this is to see if there is a special i love or for fuck you, and why is it that it is one extreme or the other when all we should do is just smile relax and come clean, yeah i stole those words so sue me. breanna my lil baby doll is waiting for me she is my lil sweet apple pie that turned out just perfect in the oven and how many times does that happen? im lucky to have to sisters i have.. im soo fucking proud my eyes water just to think about how proud i am of them. and then of course my next thought is you and all the tiny flaws, and perfections that made you and all the words and music that wrote you over and over again... again into the hands of who knows and into the heart of who knows and all i can think of is how the hell to get mine back.
stollen/
rich,
poor,
who gives a fuck anymore,
i think the secret is out,
the secret is sound,
sound asleep on the street with the coffee cup and a rap beat,
find yourself,
love yourself,
give yourself,
so, so much more then you meant too,
and one of these days we will wake up and find that our hearts are no longer ours,
and our minds are no longer ours,
and we will feel nieve for even considering independence,
and then i think of you and i see a rocken chair and an old guitar,
and i wonder whos foot is tappen the beat and i wonder whos love has created,
such a magical work of nature feeling sooo fucking sedated,
and mother nature is out,
out like a door nob she is such a fucking whore,
amd who ever knew that the strongest woman to rule the earths' main goal is recreation,
whos looking out for us now when all we have has been broken,
ripped at the seams,
slashed,
and stollen,
who is looking out for us now.
(earthsetsin)
just nights ago i told an activist that we werent meant for each other,
and how many times do you meet someone that really cares,
cares so much to the point of not caring,
and its all a game from then on,
its all a fucking game for fame and bravery,
when mosts hearts are in some king of denial slavery,
rap, rap, rap,
your beat to the feet of a drum that no one hears,
cause in the end,
whos voices were really waiting,
waiting to be sung.
wait wait wait,
wait for love, wait for hate its all the same,
and when your heart is set on one, there is no time for another,
and thats what ive found,
in this fighting ground full of melodramatic action,
the only action most of us have seen has been battery powered or hand fed,
i think its time we all admit it before we head on off to another lonely cold bed,
but its ok to most of us the lonliness of this life,
because somewhere in reality and fantasy our hopes catches sail and finds yet another prey,
prey to the winds of live,
prey to the winds of fascination,
i think the rest of us are just waiting,
waiting for a dead wind.
slap of reality. why so far? oregon
i just felt like i wasnt completely empty but then again who really feels empty with their words. think about that for a moment oh wait take 2, because the only reason you are reading this is to see if there is a special i love or for fuck you, and why is it that it is one extreme or the other when all we should do is just smile relax and come clean, yeah i stole those words so sue me. breanna my lil baby doll is waiting for me she is my lil sweet apple pie that turned out just perfect in the oven and how many times does that happen? im lucky to have to sisters i have.. im soo fucking proud my eyes water just to think about how proud i am of them. and then of course my next thought is you and all the tiny flaws, and perfections that made you and all the words and music that wrote you over and over again... again into the hands of who knows and into the heart of who knows and all i can think of is how the hell to get mine back.
stollen/
rich,
poor,
who gives a fuck anymore,
i think the secret is out,
the secret is sound,
sound asleep on the street with the coffee cup and a rap beat,
find yourself,
love yourself,
give yourself,
so, so much more then you meant too,
and one of these days we will wake up and find that our hearts are no longer ours,
and our minds are no longer ours,
and we will feel nieve for even considering independence,
and then i think of you and i see a rocken chair and an old guitar,
and i wonder whos foot is tappen the beat and i wonder whos love has created,
such a magical work of nature feeling sooo fucking sedated,
and mother nature is out,
out like a door nob she is such a fucking whore,
amd who ever knew that the strongest woman to rule the earths' main goal is recreation,
whos looking out for us now when all we have has been broken,
ripped at the seams,
slashed,
and stollen,
who is looking out for us now.
(earthsetsin)
just nights ago i told an activist that we werent meant for each other,
and how many times do you meet someone that really cares,
cares so much to the point of not caring,
and its all a game from then on,
its all a fucking game for fame and bravery,
when mosts hearts are in some king of denial slavery,
rap, rap, rap,
your beat to the feet of a drum that no one hears,
cause in the end,
whos voices were really waiting,
waiting to be sung.
wait wait wait,
wait for love, wait for hate its all the same,
and when your heart is set on one, there is no time for another,
and thats what ive found,
in this fighting ground full of melodramatic action,
the only action most of us have seen has been battery powered or hand fed,
i think its time we all admit it before we head on off to another lonely cold bed,
but its ok to most of us the lonliness of this life,
because somewhere in reality and fantasy our hopes catches sail and finds yet another prey,
prey to the winds of live,
prey to the winds of fascination,
i think the rest of us are just waiting,
waiting for a dead wind.
slap of reality. why so far? oregon