they tend to misunderstand the paper man with scissor hands, who watches the hour glass for grains of sand, they fall and fall again as he pretends, that everything he lays his hands on doesnt turn to shreds,but why, oh why does he persist to hide, when they insist he try, to come outside from the shell he lives inside, now he has been hypnotized and despite the lies he sits and waits to die, cause he cant find no words to explain the rain, all his emotions are transformed and now become pain, hes alive in a black hole, empty in space, and he sits in front of the mirror and hes face to face, with the sadness, confusion, his patience hes losing, hes substance abusing, hes one with the music, and he needs a little something to dial it all back, cause hes running in a race, but hes not on track, how i feel now wish my life went down another path some times sry for every one i hurt in my life time i have changed for the better
Posted on: Mon, 08 Jul 2013 07:55:28 +0000
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