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Half the day wasted in dreams, Fines to pay, Night spent looking for sense, it seems, Everything has changed but routine is the same, Late at night on my way home Dogs bark like guys act out dominance, adding depth and tone, Egos seem bottomless, Time lapse of mishaps, Right and wrong, lost deep in my sub conscious, Write all night long, streets full of alcoholics, As they stumble past, In the parks echo’s of humble laughs, These are, Shark infested waters, Most decent fish in the sea have already been hooked, Some controlling like borders, It's been more than twice since I've looked, Frogger got squashed on the road Tried to cut the corners, Lead dagger pierces my mind, Thoughts spill out like the blood of a tragedy, Snap back to life, Junkies stabbing at my reality, Notes over my apathy for change, I drop words like a rock off a balcony, Needles in the back lanes, Wine casks lay, as empty as my wallet, Real hunger, no games, On the search for dollars, But don't want to be locked in chains, And living in the complete squalor.
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 9:16 PM UTC
Notes Over My Apathy For Change.
Half the day wasted in dreams, Fines to pay, Night spent looking for sense, it seems, Everything has changed but routine is the same, Late at night on my way home Dogs bark like guys act out dominance, adding depth and tone, Egos seem bottomless, Time lapse of mishaps, Right and wrong, lost deep in my sub conscious, Write all night long, streets full of alcoholics, As they stumble past, In the parks echo’s of humble laughs, These are, Shark infested waters, Most decent fish in the sea have already been hooked, Some controlling like borders, It's been more than twice since I've looked, Frogger got squashed on the road Tried to cut the corners, Lead dagger pierces my mind, Thoughts spill out like the blood of a tragedy, Snap back to life, Junkies stabbing at my reality, Notes over my apathy for change, I drop words like a rock off a balcony, Needles in the back lanes, Wine casks lay, as empty as my wallet, Real hunger, no games, On the search for dollars, But don't want to be locked in chains, And living in the complete squalor.
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 9:16 PM UTC
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