I hate her. I hate her more than hell
But why did I let her in? I could not tell
She is never home. She is never there when I call
Gone and I’m just bombing my head against the wall
A wall I need to get over, or else I will never see
I need her, for without her my mind will never be free
She comes and goes, like the rain and the sun
I try and try, but without her noting can be done
She laughs in my face when I beg her for help
And tickles my when I try to rest my wiry head
I cannot she or smell her but I know her touch
Usually she’s there when I’m useless sick in my bed
For a reason I need her more than the air I breath
Fore without her i would just be another drop in the sea
She is my god and my devil at the same, resting in my mind
She is in front of me all the time, but her I cannot see
To open the door to life, She is the only key
I have met her and you too, her name is creativity
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 12:35 PM UTC
I hate her. I hate her more than hell
But why did I let her in? I could not tell
She is never home. She is never there when I call
Gone and I’m just bombing my head against the wall
A wall I need to get over, or else I will never see
I need her, for without her my mind will never be free
She comes and goes, like the rain and the sun
I try and try, but without her noting can be done
She laughs in my face when I beg her for help
And tickles my when I try to rest my wiry head
I cannot she or smell her but I know her touch
Usually she’s there when I’m useless sick in my bed
For a reason I need her more than the air I breath
Fore without her i would just be another drop in the sea
She is my god and my devil at the same, resting in my mind
She is in front of me all the time, but her I cannot see
To open the door to life, She is the only key
I have met her and you too, her name is creativity
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