So i am Hugging this stickered bush the only friend I chose to trust
After these closed bottles that I
thrust down my soul as i am beginning to rust
Trying to extinguish this fucked up burning coal
Digging through the ditches of my not so grounded soul**
I live in a corrupted corporate gnoll**
Stop and try to listen
Before I christen this perfect winter night
Asking who gave me the right, it's as simple as losing a fight
Living this life with a simple goal of making it right but quiet is my wheel house
Settle down and find a spouse and build yourself a mansion because your dream means so much to me.
Especially if your dream is to be free.
Coffee and a cigarette is my breakfast.. sometimes lunch and yeah even dinner
Because the church knows that i am lost without guidance
and thought control
A delicate foal in a forest
The word I'm looking at makes me a tourist.
A stranger In a strange land.
Start young and find a band, learn how to try your hand until the music you make feels bland and you end up strand-ed
No money, no dream do you know what I mean your spleen can only proceess so damn much
I'm beyond myself, panicked and distracted in love and apathetic no I refuse to feel like your left overs or anyone else's. .
Give yourself a chance.
You'll be shocked how much people love you.
Be yourself regardless of anything other than your bleeding fingers and screaming mind
We're are all searching we are all trying to find.
The sun in the rain and and escape from the pain my poems are fucking LAME
And no one is to blame since you're the one after all who won't love me the same way I love you.

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