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Mar 2013
I am still hesitating
I tend to stare when I’m waiting
Rejoice and sing for the lost boys
Take it easy you all made the right choice
Get closer to the machine now
Expedite and rush through the dream now
Explode, claim the treasure
You thought the past would get better
No more come and go meetings
Same sad story and same old greeting
Bless the sound and just continue bleeding
Open house the faces are fleeting  
I know, things were bitter
Art of the craft without any glitter
Control forgot to be an option
Close the gap and put it up for adoption
I can’t have the only thing that wants me
Does that mean that I cant be happy

Happy, I am saved

I get creative when the snow falls
Manifest desire for the rag dolls
The seriousness of tomorrow
I just shrug it off as time borrowed
It’s not much but I’m liking where I learned to stand
On this bright northern piece of land, and
All the while it’s trial by creatures
Two kids underneath the bleachers
I can’t speak, I’m afraid to lose my voice
I just wish I could learn make a noise
Every time I’m so straight to the point
But my life is to new to exploit, and furthermore
We both know that it’s time for bed
But there are too many thoughts running through my head  
Like I’m happy that you and I both shall live
God knows it’s all we could give
Yeah the future is cool and the past is dead
But you wish it were me instead

Happy, I am saved
Paul Rousseau
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