Im so ******* tired it pains me to dream
of a promise of tommorow.
The past held moments Im a dreamer without vision.
A mud puddle reflecting many thought's *******
up and so very unclear.
The bottle's company my only true friend.
They see me as nothing but a fool.
I hate the prison that has become
my soul.
The state fair trinket broken hearts
and cotton candy.
A fargone memory in the lifeless
air.
I could play the role or act the *******
Ive slowley become.
Pull the trigger and paint the legend.
Free the fool and cast the sunset of my days.
But im addicted to there praise.
Slave to exceptance losser to the big win.
Have the courage to show your face.
Goodbye for now .
Sep 5, 2010
Sep 5, 2010 at 10:47 PM UTC
Im so ******* tired it pains me to dream
of a promise of tommorow.
The past held moments Im a dreamer without vision.
A mud puddle reflecting many thought's *******
up and so very unclear.
The bottle's company my only true friend.
They see me as nothing but a fool.
I hate the prison that has become
my soul.
The state fair trinket broken hearts
and cotton candy.
A fargone memory in the lifeless
air.
I could play the role or act the *******
Ive slowley become.
Pull the trigger and paint the legend.
Free the fool and cast the sunset of my days.
But im addicted to there praise.
Slave to exceptance losser to the big win.
Have the courage to show your face.
Goodbye for now .
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