Past of Stone
I would let you know what my life is like
and what does to me...
but it's hard to see, without the cause to flee
so i'm a harbor these emotions till grow out the open
and i'm stuck, hardly free and once again hoping
the cost is due...
cause i'm lost with and blue,
swimming in the fountain of youth
with frostbite n' soul torn loose....
id let cupid tighten this noose...
but all he does is light the fuse
and leave the rest up to you,
through the piles of abuse
kicked in the mud and used
but i'm used to this,
i ain't got shit to prove when i miss
cause i move with the moon as it rises and sets
next day my horizons set violet
as the sky gets lit, my match is burnt
turn ashen crisp, the fact just hurts
but actual routine life emerged is just a blurr
of transit movements of everyday life concur
i wanna be different, in fact i insist this..
if i was missing a second chapter id write it with quickness
but i'm still fighting through the first page
of this act of sickness, so fuck the math
i just wanna recline and sit back. till bliss hits
a new story-line my steps unfold.
cause i miss the road ad my pasts made of stone
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