Individually wrapped, placed in neat little rows Becoming a piece, of everything that grows Some numbers, a name, to indicate you played the game Came empty handed and left the same A soul is a soul and a shell is a shell The border in between is full of everything you felt Some cling to a cross because theyre tired and lost They leave it up to the weather to measure the cost And everytime I look within I recognize the darkness Familiar to the image of the artist Staring at the bathroom mirror in a strangers apartment Cant remember her name, dont remember how I got here And if she has the nerve, to let me dump a couple last words Im gonna turn to the earth and scream (Love your life)
Posted on: Fri, 19 Dec 2014 20:36:35 +0000
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