c0mments!
Living life wondering why
is it not as passive as it seems
Taking time to say goodbye
is like one tear against a thousand dreams
Falling with freedom
chained to their own wings
without liberty to spare
without a voice to sing
reality is to dream
and my dreams hold true
with a syllable and a single word
fragmented all the way through
All the wasted tears
over broken dreams and lost years
bolted down by a wrong intuitin
shattered minds in lost conditions
Liberty is captured
and my hands are tied, my mind is rapture
and life keeps dragging on
Questioning my own existence
free to live or free to die
do i care to sing or care to lie
i guess the answers lie within myself
where all my dreams that never came true
dance through my lonely deserted mind
something i just will never find
Another day will pass
another month will last
the world will keep on turning
and here i will be
wondering what life would ever bring me.
Calling the nights when all was truth
songs were sung by wasted youth
holding onto what reality did lack
with both eyes closed but looking back
that's life.
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10:19 PM
