untilted
I'm not sure what I could take from this
How this could help me in any possiable way
its hard to find the right words to something
when you truely have nothing to say
so I sit upon my chair pondering my situation
ready to expose everything with the movement of the pen in my hand
maybe if I just begin to write it will all come out
like a great explosion in the dead of night and I'll finaly understand
you see people are strange, and they do things in which they regreat
they have to decide what's wrong and what's right
they have to figuar their selves out and decide
to either hide in the shadows or step into the light
so I try to grasp the concept of the mind
to realize what truely is real and fake
how much I can bend
and how much I can truely take
time seems to slip away a life time seems so short
you blink and you are on your death bed
and things that you've kept to yourself
suddenly needs to be said
there's something in my life
that is just dragging me down
its a tangiable bang
the reverbrates no sound
I realize everything is said in silence
and when you speak there is nothing to be known
and as my pen dances across the paper
this is what I'm shown
How this could help me in any possiable way
its hard to find the right words to something
when you truely have nothing to say
so I sit upon my chair pondering my situation
ready to expose everything with the movement of the pen in my hand
maybe if I just begin to write it will all come out
like a great explosion in the dead of night and I'll finaly understand
you see people are strange, and they do things in which they regreat
they have to decide what's wrong and what's right
they have to figuar their selves out and decide
to either hide in the shadows or step into the light
so I try to grasp the concept of the mind
to realize what truely is real and fake
how much I can bend
and how much I can truely take
time seems to slip away a life time seems so short
you blink and you are on your death bed
and things that you've kept to yourself
suddenly needs to be said
there's something in my life
that is just dragging me down
its a tangiable bang
the reverbrates no sound
I realize everything is said in silence
and when you speak there is nothing to be known
and as my pen dances across the paper
this is what I'm shown
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