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Hard to PhraseYou put yourself out there consistently, trying to do the right thing, though you're not sure what that is.
You wear a mask, to satisfy an incessant need to appease and lie, though it corrupts you, and at the same time heals others.
You lick your wounds, and lament your situation, all the while proud of your morals, the same ones that keep you down.
Fail and you will live again, but to what avail? To what holy grail will you aspire once you realize you have no desires? For who do you live, and for that matter, for who do you die?
It shows judgment, it shows grace, the way I lied right to your face.
I don't know how I will prevail, but all I know is I must not fail.
Yet if redemption tastes like ice, I know distance I'll despise.
Suddenly my mind grows still, with no more journey left to till,
I sit back with my soul asunder, as the night give way to thunder,
I forget to say goodbye, the tears start streaming down my eyes,
So now I'll face you yet again, with any courage I can apprehend
The OneMy heart still skipping a beat, the kiss still fresh on my lips, the smile that won't go away, the light that brightens my day, the smell that keeps me awake, the time that won't ever sway, the dream I'm keeping alive, the night that won't ever end, the air that cools to the core, embrace that warms me up more, some things I just couldn't say, to you the one that got away.
Goodbye OmahaGoodbye harsh sun that knew me well, I have found another hell,
I was delusional it seems, I thought I'd never wake from this dream,
I guess it's over since I've left, my journey takes me on another quest,
Damn you undesirable distress, you cause me nothing but duress,
Yet I digress on topics I have mentioned, skimming on this surface tension.
I'd hold you if I could, this silly city that I understood,
With your crazy streets, and crazier people,
The church, the altar, and the steeple,
The juxtaposition of your people, the poor and the laypeople,
I never knew quite where I stood, but I was always welcomed by you.
I find myself back in the nest, though I know that it is best,
Please always know I will remember, like a never ending ember,
Keep me warm when I am cold, though it probably won't happen truth be told,
Let's hope that this is not the stories end, that you will always know my blend,
You will never have to make amends, for I will always be your friend.
Thank you Omaha.
The Gray AreaHey lift your chin up, you'll look much older,
They say that you're strong, but you're so much stronger,
You wait for the summer, but it's already over,
Spinning mad tunes, they're jealous in Boulder,
So have some confidence, just in your defense.
If you can't go back, where the hell should you go?
Too many twists and turns, but it's all the same road,
Time keeps going by, but you're really not older,
When right just seems right, but wrong seems quite bolder,
Remember your friends, cause they're definitely not place holders.
Nothing to it if you think about it, just have some faith in the ending,
That being said, and always withstanding,
You'll find that the ice you touch, it's always just colder,
Fire burns, but so does ice,
Is there no compromise?
I'd like to say no, but the answer is yes,
It would be easier if you could leave it at that,
Just some random information I shat,
The truth is, pain is around us,
So when it starts to hurt, just put your head on my shoulder,
When it finally comes.The reflection just reminds me of how strands of hair entice me,
I know nothing of tomorrow, how I'll deal with all the sorrow,
The noon air it's very hot, I forget the thing I sought,
As I bleed from my right chest, yet I try to make a jest,
The old feeling of regret, something I try to forget,
Nothing funny about dying, that's the reason that I'm crying,
No regrets are left inside, as I sit here and reside,
Funny thing about the end, is the things you want to mend,
All the "sorry" never said, all those girls I never wed,
Hopefully in another life, I'll go out and find a wife,
But until that day begins, I'll just bask here with my friends,
The bottle that will never dry, the cigarette that needs a light,
As I feel the end come near, that is nothing that I fear,
I just have one final thought, who will find my carcass rot,
Then I take one final breath, and I glide on into my death.
TouchI can't do it anymore.
I feel my momentum dissapitating,
My will evaporating,
My drive has hit a wall,
Spirit dry and cracked,
I have failed to act.
The road is winding up ahead.
All that I can feel is dread,
A haunting calling in the night,
It echos to my great delight,
An ending to this hateful blight,
Too good a finish to this fight.
The path to bliss is filled with hate.
Something I anticipate,
Oh this unrelenting passion,
Serve it up as a meaningless ration,
My energy is not unbound,alas...
Souls deprived of touch and feeling have nothing more than empty feelings.
Last NoteThe truth will rear its ugly head when all the merciful are dead,
I fear for all the empty sheep that always end up in too deep,
Eternity a lonely path for those that covet things too daft,
Yet somehow all the trees have grown distorting what we once did know.
Never ending clouds of gray that keep the evil rays at bay,
A bird passes by in the sky as a human dreams to go as high,
We build our ships to reach the top forever hoping they won't stop,
We put our faith in outer space hoping that we'll save some face.
When we go away the world will have nothing left to say,
Shells of culture crumble as the stale air taints the sky,
We were so proud and tall yet now we tremble as we fall,
We dreamed our dreams and found our ventures,
We left our marks, blips of a place called Earth.
King of SadIt's hard to forget her face, I find...
Myself thinking into a daze, but just in case,
I'll get back up and state my lines, like looking at the jungle through the vines,
She sells me short and cuts me down, my mouth is always in a frown,
I feel like pretty soon I'm gonna drown, as I wear my crown...
The King of sadness is in town.
I'll be gone.In regards to that one in a million chance that I'm supposed to take, and the hundred reasons that it isn't fake...
What kind of stoner do you think you are, you're half-baked!
If I go after her it'd be nothing but a mistake.
Forgive and forget is not a good way to live when forgiving is revengeful and forgetting is an eighty proof bottle!
I hate the thought of beating, but oh fuck it bears repeating that your going to be needing another kind of friend...
He will give you interventions and encourage your inventions and he'll always ease the tension when the others break your heart.
That's a start?
I guess that all I'm saying is that I don't plan on staying so you best just get to praying... oh sorry you don't believe in all that jazz!
Grab a pack of cigarettes and as you puff out your regrets baby, think of what we had.
Just think about it, you'll get it.
When it finally breaks through your fucking stubborn head that you completely lost the bet and you're starting to regret all the stu
Split PersonalityThis one say's it's wrong.
This one say's it's right.
This one crashes down,
In the middle of the night.
They all disagree,
With what they want to do.
But everyone can see,
That it has to do with you.
Some say go left,
The others say south.
Another jabbers off,
Away with the mouth.
Every one is different,
But the same in the end.
But which one is original,
That we should defend.
Everytime I black out,
I don't remember anything.
A little more headache,
Is all it ever brings.
They say I'm just a skitzo,
Just a little off the top.
A sandwich short of a picnic,
Just an inch away to pop.
A split personality,
There's no way that's me.
How the hell can anyone,
Take me seriou
Split Personality Much?I can't stop laughing this is too funny; they think I have a split personality!
You do, you just don't want to admit it you freak.
Are you serious? Man you are my conscience, some part of me, but not someone else!
I hate you so much, you know that? I have my own name, life, and everything.
You can't have that, you are a part of me, a very sarcastic, and yet witty part of me!
Did you notice I finish my sentences in periods, and you end them in exclamation marks?
You ended that one in a question mark!
You just referred to me as you, how do you not realize you have a problem?
"We" have a problem, not just me my friend!
How can you sit here, and lecture me, and don't call me friend by the way.
Well I figure we share the same body, why not be friends!
I wonder who the original persona was… hoping it was me.
I figure it was me! You see I would think for all my happiness I had to make up for it with some grouchiness, thus you were created!
I figure you are just a figment of my imagination…
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