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My mind wanders like this pencil does from page to throat/
I feel it write over my brain and worse yet it promotes/
A tiresome story of my life and its meaning/
A fucked up review of deciet and misleading/
I swallow this knife to carve way for my pride/
I can feel it rip, ignite and burn from inside/
So what do i say when all the blood stains and crosses/
Are merely illusions at granduer and not really our losses?/
And when all that i see is a haze of blue smoke/
Promise me a sonnet and help to promote/
A better disaster next time not something so plain/
Because forever ive waited and show nothing ive gained/
Though none of this matters, and im really dead already/
My thoughts still pour out and im sorry/
But thats my hopeless lonesome story.
I feel it write over my brain and worse yet it promotes/
A tiresome story of my life and its meaning/
A fucked up review of deciet and misleading/
I swallow this knife to carve way for my pride/
I can feel it rip, ignite and burn from inside/
So what do i say when all the blood stains and crosses/
Are merely illusions at granduer and not really our losses?/
And when all that i see is a haze of blue smoke/
Promise me a sonnet and help to promote/
A better disaster next time not something so plain/
Because forever ive waited and show nothing ive gained/
Though none of this matters, and im really dead already/
My thoughts still pour out and im sorry/
But thats my hopeless lonesome story.
