wait, wait, that's not what i said
to my horror the sun's up and i'm still in bed
for the effort i lacked and now in stone it's laid
after sunset for light i await
and for the words not uttered now that he's dead
Saturday, 27 April 2013
Wednesday, 24 April 2013
Friday, 12 April 2013
Tuesday, 9 April 2013
i wont mince it
and so you think its fine
keeping score while exclaiming how you're having a great time
finding fault and sharpening your sword
ever eager to rid of vigour
placing in doubt all that exists
giving faith to all that negates
twisting words to fit your rhyme
behind your smile preparing a bucket of slime
here's wishing you luck that you will find
someone who can understand your kind
keeping score while exclaiming how you're having a great time
finding fault and sharpening your sword
ever eager to rid of vigour
placing in doubt all that exists
giving faith to all that negates
twisting words to fit your rhyme
behind your smile preparing a bucket of slime
here's wishing you luck that you will find
someone who can understand your kind
Friday, 5 April 2013
and then sprang a gap
growing older and starting to feel the weight of the world on my shoulders
and with each step taken rising fear that i'll falter
delve deep and the more you'll find
but knowledge corrupts innocent minds like deviant grains in sands of time
its no longer about the things you wish you know but the things you wish you had never known
but we cant regret we cant turn back
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