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I should have seen it happening.
In all truth, I actually did see it happening, but i couldn't take my eyes away from one car crash long enough to bother with my own.
Symbolically speaking of course.
I have been too a few places in this world, but the same types of people are everywhere. Those brown eyes lie, that pointy nose flares, those small fat duck feet run. The same thing over and over again.
Looks aren't that deceiving.
Sometimes if you just stand back and listen to a room full of people, the jingle of keys in someone's pocket, a squeaky shoe, a nasal congestion, you realize that your whole life you've only been listening to yourself.
We all have ego's the size of weather balloons.
Maybe i'll just stand here and listen forever, i can watch miss brown eyes collide with mr. pointy nose, i can hear the words spoken like a recorded message saved from when i cared.
I'd scream but no one's listening.
I'd sing but words are too expensive these days.
So i'll just stand here, and maybe strum these guitar strings of irony.
Symbolically speaking.
In all truth, I actually did see it happening, but i couldn't take my eyes away from one car crash long enough to bother with my own.
Symbolically speaking of course.
I have been too a few places in this world, but the same types of people are everywhere. Those brown eyes lie, that pointy nose flares, those small fat duck feet run. The same thing over and over again.
Looks aren't that deceiving.
Sometimes if you just stand back and listen to a room full of people, the jingle of keys in someone's pocket, a squeaky shoe, a nasal congestion, you realize that your whole life you've only been listening to yourself.
We all have ego's the size of weather balloons.
Maybe i'll just stand here and listen forever, i can watch miss brown eyes collide with mr. pointy nose, i can hear the words spoken like a recorded message saved from when i cared.
I'd scream but no one's listening.
I'd sing but words are too expensive these days.
So i'll just stand here, and maybe strum these guitar strings of irony.
Symbolically speaking.