I've been trying to get inside
scratching chunks off the surface
never quite able
to find any true purpose.
but my thoughts are concrete
and stay locked in my mind
to build up and break up
everything I see.
I think I'm getting closer
to hearing my own voice.
always watching, never talking
blocking out the noise
And I think maybe it's worth it
To have no real place..
Because at the end of the day
I'm completely unbound,
and I know quite a bit more
that the insiders do.
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 12:44 AM UTC
I've been trying to get inside
scratching chunks off the surface
never quite able
to find any true purpose.
but my thoughts are concrete
and stay locked in my mind
to build up and break up
everything I see.
I think I'm getting closer
to hearing my own voice.
always watching, never talking
blocking out the noise
And I think maybe it's worth it
To have no real place..
Because at the end of the day
I'm completely unbound,
and I know quite a bit more
that the insiders do.
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