....and that's why the red sox will never win the series
Another blank canvas as I turn a blind corner,
Filled with lifeless organs,
Brick walls seal away the donor,
Met with a mirrored blank stare,
Left with my choices, Left with no room to dare...
Irony is one of the funniest things we get blessed with. The things we loath slowly become the things we lust for, part of our personal survival kit.
It's weird how things get thrown at you, and you get forced to cope with them, or simply just chose to ignore them. Whether we like it or not, our times get spent living in grey shadows cruising in a sea of mediocrity pretending to be other people feeling our best behind closed doors away from the rest of the world.... The ultimate release
Surely there's more to it all than this?
Filled with lifeless organs,
Brick walls seal away the donor,
Met with a mirrored blank stare,
Left with my choices, Left with no room to dare...
Irony is one of the funniest things we get blessed with. The things we loath slowly become the things we lust for, part of our personal survival kit.
It's weird how things get thrown at you, and you get forced to cope with them, or simply just chose to ignore them. Whether we like it or not, our times get spent living in grey shadows cruising in a sea of mediocrity pretending to be other people feeling our best behind closed doors away from the rest of the world.... The ultimate release
Surely there's more to it all than this?