3 Feb 2008
when it comes to letting go
so, it's allright. if you change your way of thinking
we can't reclaim those shots we punch away last year
days, i spent wanting some of Kurt's art soul
i spoke with words that rhime, and hope it's speaking my mind
and probably life is great, but never real
too little space for holding on those souldiers
if it's because of me, i may well have to kill and choose the mood
is it more is it less? can't dany it's feeling
friend, we've been thinking of the shits since i am throwing melody
this is it serious, as simple as these lifes
when you punch me on the head, it's okay for me to still flow some smiles up
it's not forgotten, bitch
kick my ass if it's not a crime,
for a best friend not to say hello when they pass each other
i get sick of these language
since i am not in to any course in the fvcking surface of this moving earth
when will you go?
i've spent quite almost a month
my mouth is filled with blood from trying not to speak
please understand, this isn't just goodbye
this is i can't stand you
days that are over
we're not continue to last
this isn't working out for you or me
i live the heat for our ship that sinking down
all the friends we ever know, and all the words i know
and now they all come out too late for you to realize,
i hope you do realize someday
cause i have never seen this place.
Labels: heavy (enough) thoughts
corpsman ; Sunday, February 03, 2008
