Lonely and conflicted within
He loses interest yet stays persistent
Suspect to evil and sin
Pure heart yet cold soul
Good intentions yet no goal
Clapping to the beat of his heart
He cries out to every living part
Heart numb with fingers ******
Blurry path leads him to everything muddy
What more is there to this life?
Every girl wasn't much
Any drug with a button touch
I don't know how it got so bad
Everyone was once there like dad
All forgot and everyone's grown
I guess I'm better off on my own
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 3:57 PM UTC
Lonely and conflicted within
He loses interest yet stays persistent
Suspect to evil and sin
Pure heart yet cold soul
Good intentions yet no goal
Clapping to the beat of his heart
He cries out to every living part
Heart numb with fingers ******
Blurry path leads him to everything muddy
What more is there to this life?
Every girl wasn't much
Any drug with a button touch
I don't know how it got so bad
Everyone was once there like dad
All forgot and everyone's grown
I guess I'm better off on my own
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