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Idle Eyes.
Often pondering about life if he became.. big time, he whirls this claim
A scheme that would drive him on the road to riches, girls and fame
The thoughts inflamed to his mind, his hearts blind to deception..
Frightened by nothing, with the thought of rejection as the only exception
Allowed nothing to stand between him and his dream, its plain cream.
Overlooked water under the bridge, he screamed to one day be mainstream.
The trials of an aspiring artist, with the farthest road to walk
until fame is reached. & this,
the same we teach, when you're heading to Twelve never turn to Six o'clock
time passed, but his dream remained. won't vanish through the toughest pain
& the sun don't shine when it rains. Life sucked. with all the blows he'd obtained
But never complained. His glass- always half full, which makes you wonder..
Will he? but after all the up and under, he'd be happy with just a one hit wonder
...Gettin' tired of all this shit...
...I'll never make one big hit...
Then he said fuck the world.. hurled into a ball in his bed, he'd rather be dead.
His thoughts- flooded in a storm of ink and led, starin off without blinks in bed
Late nights, Insomnia kept him awake, Where'd he make this hard mistake?
Failure is something he was barred to take.. with a side effect of major heartbreak
The stakes were high, and now even the clouds been crying since late July..
memories saying, you drop killer weight. How ironic, how now he can't wait to die
never give up until everythings given up to you, used to be his catchphrase
& now he's given up his life.. body... and his souls already on the walkway