for ever tear...i'll always shed another
anonymous
September 2 2004, 21:11:43 UTC
crackpipes
I'd give a twenty one gunshot salute With the toy rifle that you bought me but it won't shoot And all is well because there's been one too many shots The sterile robots want to talk to me about Detox Stop the presses, there's been an update Delivered via 1:30 AM phone call When an only half-informative source talks discretely Meet me-- at the family room at the side of the Intensive Care Unit Immediately, I'll carry a tune The sirens so loud, can't hear my music Keep free-- of negative thoughts, everything'll be fine We all assumed... That it would go back to the way things were That it would go back to normal soon Saw the moon in a way that I never seen it before When I looked up that night into the sky wondering why Lookin' for answers, guess I ain't asked right I'm guessin most of yall out there know exactly what that's like
What that's like, now tell me what's that like?
It's like a whirlwind of emotions that occurs when moms and dads fight It's like when a girl grins, an emotion of hers
That holds your arm, and grabs tight Hurl him into the ocean, one of them cold sweat heat flash types With extreme fluctuations in temperature changes Have been known to crack pipes... ...crack pipes...crack pipes...
((my life as a book right now would explain that once the hero falls there is no other opption but for him return into the shadows from which thou had come, pondering the truth of something that even they could not understand in the time given to spend here on this earth. an endless missconseption of what life has planned for you before you have planned your life. i was only looking for the excape when i stummbled off this wall awaiting to feel the instant death but my words broke the fall. <>))
for every tear, schylar
ps- i love you more thn life its self, and i mean that...
I'd give a twenty one gunshot salute
With the toy rifle that you bought me but it won't shoot
And all is well because there's been one too many shots
The sterile robots want to talk to me about Detox
Stop the presses, there's been an update
Delivered via 1:30 AM phone call
When an only half-informative source talks discretely
Meet me-- at the family room at the side of the Intensive Care
Unit
Immediately, I'll carry a tune
The sirens so loud, can't hear my music
Keep free-- of negative thoughts, everything'll be fine
We all assumed... That it would go back to the way things were
That it would go back to normal soon
Saw the moon in a way that I never seen it before
When I looked up that night into the sky wondering why
Lookin' for answers, guess I ain't asked right
I'm guessin most of yall out there know exactly what that's like
What that's like, now tell me what's that like?
It's like a whirlwind of emotions that occurs when moms and dads
fight
It's like when a girl grins, an emotion of hers
That holds your arm, and grabs tight
Hurl him into the ocean, one of them cold sweat heat flash
types
With extreme fluctuations in temperature changes
Have been known to crack pipes...
...crack pipes...crack pipes...
((my life as a book right now would explain that once the hero falls
there is no other opption but for him return into the shadows from which thou had come, pondering the truth of something that even they could not understand in the time given to spend here on this earth.
an endless missconseption of what life has planned for you before you have planned your life. i was only looking for the excape when i stummbled off this wall awaiting to feel the instant death but my words broke the fall. <>))
for every tear,
schylar
ps- i love you more thn life its self, and i mean that...
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