I got unruly hair,
And I got a blank-slate stare.
I got electricity running through my veins,
Trying to make a break for my remains.
I got a heart falling out of my chest
And I got a night lacking of rest.
I got a paper full of erasable feelings,
Trying to break the glass ceilings.
I got spiders climbing up my walls,
And I'm making circles round these square halls.
I got a hazy, crazy memory
Trying to set the beast within me free.
Yet, I can't remember
What happened yesterday or last December.
All I got to my name
Are my words--which are all the same.
Mar 11, 2012
Mar 11, 2012 at 8:03 PM UTC
I got unruly hair,
And I got a blank-slate stare.
I got electricity running through my veins,
Trying to make a break for my remains.
I got a heart falling out of my chest
And I got a night lacking of rest.
I got a paper full of erasable feelings,
Trying to break the glass ceilings.
I got spiders climbing up my walls,
And I'm making circles round these square halls.
I got a hazy, crazy memory
Trying to set the beast within me free.
Yet, I can't remember
What happened yesterday or last December.
All I got to my name
Are my words--which are all the same.
This is a bio--inspired by Pink Floyd's Nobody Home
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