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My mind is like crank, turning out ideas Look around this room, no cobwebs here The door is always open, I'm hoping you see me As just the same as you, a man with little plan But still stand for whatever belief I hold, The fact is all the gold in the world Isn't worth your integrity, regrettably, Some can be sold, I stand before you With a five and a seven, still never fold I'm that wild card, that was hard to shuffle, Feathers covered in oil and ruffled, The secret is I've got ridges, Forget being religious, You're a god, make a miracle, they may shun you, Like a man believing in a world that's spherical. Still someone has to climb that ladder, At day's end you can look in a mirror And it may not shatter. Life is good, the hell of today, it fades. Put down the rope and take up knot - tying Similarly, the people who look down at you for not trying Are not trying to see how hard you are trying. It's not worth crying to the same lace pillow case About that dream you believe you aren't good enough to chase Fads and trends blend until you can't tell them apart But real passion is only found in heart and reflected through eyes In an adult world, that part of humans seems to die. Alright. Jump and possibly fly. Build people up with dreams like legos And let go of the expectation of current standings The runway may not be clear but you don't need landing Plan for the best, the worst just ends in a hearse Believe me, I've been unbreathing. A good night, I fly into? drag me from my flesh, I'm not leaving. Don't believe me, I'll almost die twenty times with a heart beating. I'm not leaving. You'll have to **** a soul from my soles until this ground swallows me whole. Still this body will never go cold.
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Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 12:57 AM UTC
Keep Jumping
My mind is like crank, turning out ideas Look around this room, no cobwebs here The door is always open, I'm hoping you see me As just the same as you, a man with little plan But still stand for whatever belief I hold, The fact is all the gold in the world Isn't worth your integrity, regrettably, Some can be sold, I stand before you With a five and a seven, still never fold I'm that wild card, that was hard to shuffle, Feathers covered in oil and ruffled, The secret is I've got ridges, Forget being religious, You're a god, make a miracle, they may shun you, Like a man believing in a world that's spherical. Still someone has to climb that ladder, At day's end you can look in a mirror And it may not shatter. Life is good, the hell of today, it fades. Put down the rope and take up knot - tying Similarly, the people who look down at you for not trying Are not trying to see how hard you are trying. It's not worth crying to the same lace pillow case About that dream you believe you aren't good enough to chase Fads and trends blend until you can't tell them apart But real passion is only found in heart and reflected through eyes In an adult world, that part of humans seems to die. Alright. Jump and possibly fly. Build people up with dreams like legos And let go of the expectation of current standings The runway may not be clear but you don't need landing Plan for the best, the worst just ends in a hearse Believe me, I've been unbreathing. A good night, I fly into? drag me from my flesh, I'm not leaving. Don't believe me, I'll almost die twenty times with a heart beating. I'm not leaving. You'll have to **** a soul from my soles until this ground swallows me whole. Still this body will never go cold.
ryan-maroni
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Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 12:57 AM UTC
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