Times wasted never show to the outside world,
But it's in a whirl to me.
The twisting confines of my mind
Just tangle up more as I look to find
Whatever is unsearchable, unchangeable.
Unified disgust entraps. Fall leaves crack.
And I can’t help but look back.
And question the answers,
While they answer the questions.
Fools to the autumn sun
But I can look past the fun
Replace it.
Replace it.
I turn and run.
Oct 28, 2011
Oct 28, 2011 at 2:51 PM UTC
Times wasted never show to the outside world,
But it's in a whirl to me.
The twisting confines of my mind
Just tangle up more as I look to find
Whatever is unsearchable, unchangeable.
Unified disgust entraps. Fall leaves crack.
And I can’t help but look back.
And question the answers,
While they answer the questions.
Fools to the autumn sun
But I can look past the fun
Replace it.
Replace it.
I turn and run.
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