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Fingers are pointed, talk is prevalent, Blaming each other, but its slowly growing irrelevant, This situation has gone past the moment of blame-- --everyone made their mistakes-- --they have to stop this game. I used to care once, as the others did, but my Energy was spent and My will got a dent in it. Walked in with every confident air, but now i am being ****** back in, With no, legitimate, time, to spare. Its time to press that button (emergency!) for outsiders, we see Their demise, the household that grew to a di --vid --e Bad energy, bad karma, whatever you want to call it Seems that they have to just get on it. But personal issues and psychological cracks, Just seems to replace everything that they lack. It's a "defend myself" game and "You’re the one to blame", it’s: | Shame | Stubbornness | Pain | Guilt | All framed, in The house that was supposed to be a haven Is now a grave and I see the smokes of **** Rather than smokes of fury for Inspiration and Desperation To get out of this, god, forsaken, place. You can only say so much with so much Conviction and not have experienced what They have been living and yet, Someone has to move. Yet, no one moves. One foots out the door-- --But then a hand pulls loose: The walkway’s gone and now there’s no where to choose, It’s back to negative 0, or wait, is it back more? The only viable solution is to set aside the differences And the egos, and pride, that's been dominating and winning, Just to start over and say: Hello, I’m not a martyr, i’m just a Kid in the adult world trying to survive harder Than anyone else... ...I just want to live. Believe me. I had--have--been wishing for a dream.
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Apr 11, 2012
Apr 11, 2012 at 10:08 PM UTC
World's A' Wastin'
Fingers are pointed, talk is prevalent, Blaming each other, but its slowly growing irrelevant, This situation has gone past the moment of blame-- --everyone made their mistakes-- --they have to stop this game. I used to care once, as the others did, but my Energy was spent and My will got a dent in it. Walked in with every confident air, but now i am being ****** back in, With no, legitimate, time, to spare. Its time to press that button (emergency!) for outsiders, we see Their demise, the household that grew to a di --vid --e Bad energy, bad karma, whatever you want to call it Seems that they have to just get on it. But personal issues and psychological cracks, Just seems to replace everything that they lack. It's a "defend myself" game and "You’re the one to blame", it’s: | Shame | Stubbornness | Pain | Guilt | All framed, in The house that was supposed to be a haven Is now a grave and I see the smokes of **** Rather than smokes of fury for Inspiration and Desperation To get out of this, god, forsaken, place. You can only say so much with so much Conviction and not have experienced what They have been living and yet, Someone has to move. Yet, no one moves. One foots out the door-- --But then a hand pulls loose: The walkway’s gone and now there’s no where to choose, It’s back to negative 0, or wait, is it back more? The only viable solution is to set aside the differences And the egos, and pride, that's been dominating and winning, Just to start over and say: Hello, I’m not a martyr, i’m just a Kid in the adult world trying to survive harder Than anyone else... ...I just want to live. Believe me. I had--have--been wishing for a dream.
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Apr 11, 2012
Apr 11, 2012 at 10:08 PM UTC
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