Waking up to just another day
its just another day
mornings are so numb
dont want to be numb
not anymore
every one that greets this morning
tells me ive gone wrong
But i look aorund
and all i see
are people living to be
something they've never seen
You can't turn what's blue to red
and you can't make a tide do anything else
but what its supposed to do.
You can't lean on a blade of grass
without pulling it down
Here we are born
and there we will stay
mask it however you will
chase things you don't understand
no one does
so i guess i shouldn't speak.
So i guess i should speak.
Oh so distored
are the tears that run down a broken face
At least I can admit
Oh so selfish
you can't stand on your own
it rips us apart
and sews us yet together
which is the same
I suppose if this is what you want
have what you want.
Monday, September 29, 2008
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