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My time here consists of impulse's and misconceptions.
Constant and unwavering thoughts toward virtue.
With eyes half open and able to see everything around me, able to see right through you.
Able to see your hopes manifest themselves in my half open eyes and transfer them through this pen, held in my right hand, to broken words and riddles only i understand.
*Impulse* Give what I can offer to you.... *Yet another Misconception*...
I seek thrill but all i do is add another scar to my left ventricle.
I guess my colors came out this weekend, i hope they are not my true colors.
You will never speak to me again, i don't want you to.
What i did was horrible and i accept defeat.
To seek forgiveness is more then hopeless, i don't want your forgiveness.
I seek redemption for a lost soul, a soul broken like the beads on the necklace torn apart by your armor.
*Impulse* Leave and never come back... Wish i could, but yet another misconception...
I am sick of my life, i have no life, i want a life that i cannot give myself.
Yet i paddle on upstream toward the judgment of my opposing peers.
I just wish i had someone to paddle with me, all i seem to be doing is spinning in perfect circles.
The boat is to big to guide by myself, will no one help me...?
Constant and unwavering thoughts toward virtue.
With eyes half open and able to see everything around me, able to see right through you.
Able to see your hopes manifest themselves in my half open eyes and transfer them through this pen, held in my right hand, to broken words and riddles only i understand.
*Impulse* Give what I can offer to you.... *Yet another Misconception*...
I seek thrill but all i do is add another scar to my left ventricle.
I guess my colors came out this weekend, i hope they are not my true colors.
You will never speak to me again, i don't want you to.
What i did was horrible and i accept defeat.
To seek forgiveness is more then hopeless, i don't want your forgiveness.
I seek redemption for a lost soul, a soul broken like the beads on the necklace torn apart by your armor.
*Impulse* Leave and never come back... Wish i could, but yet another misconception...
I am sick of my life, i have no life, i want a life that i cannot give myself.
Yet i paddle on upstream toward the judgment of my opposing peers.
I just wish i had someone to paddle with me, all i seem to be doing is spinning in perfect circles.
The boat is to big to guide by myself, will no one help me...?