zondag 6 juli 2008

TONGUE OVER THE MIRROR

I live there in the corner
My favourite place to be
Add confusion
An addled description always works for me

I not clean
I’m not spick and span
Song says: Detach yourself from any clan
What works for you surely doesn’t have to work for me
Well let me just sit here
I’m just trying to be

Open place bonfire
Zealots derailed
A shallow grave is where we bury our regret
The hunger and pain cannot be erased
When it’s lost it’s damn hard to find it back

Nothing grows from the mud of deceit
Let’s watch it all turn muddy
blackened dirty sleet

Open place bonfire
The pain cannot be erased
When you loose it hard to find it back
No matter how hard you trace
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