Subterfuge
After being eaten,
Shit on,
Shit out by our friends.
We look for asperation,
Searched,
Returned with empty hands.
So we dig a little deeper,
In hopes of finding light.
Try brushing off the sadness,
Play the scene untill its right.
Where asperations come and gone,
No longer to be seen.
Its memories on golden ponds,
That turn us into beast.
The friends we once knew as a child,
The ones who never call.
Were we ever once a child,
Had we no friends at all..
As I sit here in this blacked out state of mind I find I'm in,
I ponder through my memories,
Of those I can't call friends.
Shit on,
Shit out by our friends.
We look for asperation,
Searched,
Returned with empty hands.
So we dig a little deeper,
In hopes of finding light.
Try brushing off the sadness,
Play the scene untill its right.
Where asperations come and gone,
No longer to be seen.
Its memories on golden ponds,
That turn us into beast.
The friends we once knew as a child,
The ones who never call.
Were we ever once a child,
Had we no friends at all..
As I sit here in this blacked out state of mind I find I'm in,
I ponder through my memories,
Of those I can't call friends.
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