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Oct 2012
What's the point?
Enjoy the ride?
Smoke a joint.
Now go and hide

Wait it out
You're just paranoid
Let out a shout
Just to fill the void

Feelings of emptiness
It's all in your head?
Inhumane levels of stress
Just go to bed

Nighttime rolls swiftly back again like an old familiar sin haunting the days end
Motivation creeps in, empty shoes ask where ya been to my bare footed skin
Worn down socks lay on the floor halfway out the door as if they couldn't take anymore
Life"s a bore if you know what"s in store, but if no one"s keeping score, then what"s it all for?

No matter how many times I made her ecstatically moan
No matter how many shots I made while in the zone
No matter how many things I"ve learned then shown
Just please always let the battle be forever known
That in the end we will all transcend again...alone
Drifton A Way
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Drifton A Way
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