Life flows in ways no one knows,
When were up were down,
When were square your round,
When your right we're wrong and
When your soft were strong.
a thought runs through it pays little attention to you, you can yell and scream tryin chase it out of a dream, it will haunt your mind, make you feel like a puppet hanging from your spine.
In the end we know your fate can not be controlled, it feels like the decisions we make are equivalent to a paperweight.
Yet we reserve the right to bathe in the sweet blue lights, while incased in red our souls no longer in our heads.
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 9:52 PM UTC
Life flows in ways no one knows,
When were up were down,
When were square your round,
When your right we're wrong and
When your soft were strong.
a thought runs through it pays little attention to you, you can yell and scream tryin chase it out of a dream, it will haunt your mind, make you feel like a puppet hanging from your spine.
In the end we know your fate can not be controlled, it feels like the decisions we make are equivalent to a paperweight.
Yet we reserve the right to bathe in the sweet blue lights, while incased in red our souls no longer in our heads.
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