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Aug 2020
What's the use in telling all of them if you have no validation,
What's the gain in the ending if the outcome only brings degradation,
I swear it you'll be okay, you'll be okay, say it with me you'll be okay,
The answer was silence i'll take it as a no,

Regardless of decent truths that we know,
You've gotta see it, we are not each-other nor our ghosts,
Tying the weight of her worries, jump in the lake just to see if you float,
And she dyes her hair as she dies inside, just a new way to hide,
And she used to believe in innocence amidst the lies,
And she needs just a few more days,
And good God when she speaks of death I could feel it upon the air,
Thickening the moisture in this back room, vibrations seeping through the walls with little care,

It's here that I see why she is,
Here now I see because she is,
She is, or she wants to be,
And it's here behind the dancers and the pretentious songs that we all know the words to,
That it's not about beginnings or ends, the journey is the thing, the journey is the thing,
And I'm untitled, a free roaming interpretation of what really is,
They all have their own thoughts but I could show em different,
And we're all broken aren't we, cause aren't we all just dreams that sizzled out,

And I will save her, I promise myself I could,
I can fit the space between her dreams like I should,
But I know it'll take time that neither of us have,
By God I'll make her see who I really am,
Not who I was, and I'll save her, rescue that body,
Create our own world where we two will live,
It will be just what we need and everything between,
I'll be her savior, that floating piece of her wrecked ship,
I will be so that she can be along with me,
And there will be "together",
Finally some sort of hope for us to hold onto,

But I let her walk away as the music pounds,
Maybe I just like the way what I think sounds.
Johnny Dust
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