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Optimism, romanticism, fatalism All with the smallest dash of realism mixed in. I believe in kismet. I believe in fate. I believe in Destiny, and all her wicked ways. I believe in you. And you. And you. And you. I'm doing my best to believe in me, too. I take rides and I take flights to get me out of my mind. I have highs and I have lows and I move on to the next show. Where's the time go? I'm moving too fast, and yet I'm always too slow and I can't think and I can't eat and all my past goals become dead dreams So I just **** blow, drive, scream, give up on this scene Find the inseam on my heart, see? Of course it's been broke. You see the stitching? I'm not bitching, I'm not hoping or wishing for anything other than what this life is giving me. Life doesn't wait on anyone. We've got to move to the rhythm it wants. Life doesn't play favorites. It's luck of the draw for life in the gutter or the ritz. I keep on moving and I keep my head held high I figure why not? We're all gonna die, some day. So my advice to you is do what you can while you can, So at the end you can say God **** I lived a hell of a life. I certainly lived one hell of a life. So live a hell of a life, Or live a life in hell. The choice is yours, I wish you well
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Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 11:54 AM UTC
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Optimism, romanticism, fatalism All with the smallest dash of realism mixed in. I believe in kismet. I believe in fate. I believe in Destiny, and all her wicked ways. I believe in you. And you. And you. And you. I'm doing my best to believe in me, too. I take rides and I take flights to get me out of my mind. I have highs and I have lows and I move on to the next show. Where's the time go? I'm moving too fast, and yet I'm always too slow and I can't think and I can't eat and all my past goals become dead dreams So I just **** blow, drive, scream, give up on this scene Find the inseam on my heart, see? Of course it's been broke. You see the stitching? I'm not bitching, I'm not hoping or wishing for anything other than what this life is giving me. Life doesn't wait on anyone. We've got to move to the rhythm it wants. Life doesn't play favorites. It's luck of the draw for life in the gutter or the ritz. I keep on moving and I keep my head held high I figure why not? We're all gonna die, some day. So my advice to you is do what you can while you can, So at the end you can say God **** I lived a hell of a life. I certainly lived one hell of a life. So live a hell of a life, Or live a life in hell. The choice is yours, I wish you well
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Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 11:54 AM UTC
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