Been torn down by my own hands
Took my time, traveled the land
Mind is bleeding from the past
Sleep comes, but never lasts
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I see my future paved in stone
Each step I take must be alone
My inner minds eye seeks the key
Written words, are admitted destiny
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Time is my trapped fly on paper
Glued down wings, pinned to savor
The lazy wind carries my promise
Lifeless dreams, tears on the mist
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I killed the guilt, and still I stumbled
Lazy Cretan, my mid-thirties bumble
Children of mine are the Lighthouse Beacon
Thank you oh God for the soul that's seekin'
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Talk to me, yeah baby talk to me. Let me be the way I gotta be. Don't try to train, to keep me from my destiny. Little peace in a sea of misery. Caught between so-called reality, and my minds dream. Let me be me, love me in glory, love me in misery. Your mouth speaks vulgarity, your dress says lady. Which should I choose to believe?? Altered perception, or your projected morality. Bar stool wisdom, bestowed for a nominal fee.
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