I have nothing to share
You take everything
To walk home alone
With nothing
No friend
No dollar
No nothing
That is it
When you want it
That is all
When the breakfast cloud
Breaks
We act until
The morning
Takes what you wished
The night would end up
In fight
And break
Lo' the heart
Her wretched ways
All your desires make you
Wish you had the *****
To fight for what
You wanted
Take the hopes of
Your life
And wrap them
In a Las Vegas Dream
Take your dreams
And Wrap Them
In the Steam of Dreams
End all to be
All
With the thicket
That Faulkner wrote
About
A stream
That melted with
The forefathers
Drifting dream
A wish for
A sort of
Faith for
Mankind
To be lost by the
Monotony of morons obsessed
With their own crusted over
Pillows
We are lost
Towards Hollywood
Quick Fame
Satisfaction
Meaninglessness
We were not meant
To be
Remembered
We were meant
To be
Forgotten
Remembered
Then
Recalled
For soon
Advanced
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Mar 2, 2012
Mar 2, 2012 at 7:28 PM UTC
I have nothing to share
You take everything
To walk home alone
With nothing
No friend
No dollar
No nothing
That is it
When you want it
That is all
When the breakfast cloud
Breaks
We act until
The morning
Takes what you wished
The night would end up
In fight
And break
Lo' the heart
Her wretched ways
All your desires make you
Wish you had the *****
To fight for what
You wanted
Take the hopes of
Your life
And wrap them
In a Las Vegas Dream
Take your dreams
And Wrap Them
In the Steam of Dreams
End all to be
All
With the thicket
That Faulkner wrote
About
A stream
That melted with
The forefathers
Drifting dream
A wish for
A sort of
Faith for
Mankind
To be lost by the
Monotony of morons obsessed
With their own crusted over
Pillows
We are lost
Towards Hollywood
Quick Fame
Satisfaction
Meaninglessness
We were not meant
To be
Remembered
We were meant
To be
Forgotten
Remembered
Then
Recalled
For soon
Advanced
Upon