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See what I thought was real, What I bought as GOLD All it taught me is to never feel like I'm alone But I thought we had a deal
By Tim Furman4 years ago in Poets
Whether youre ready or hesitating I could put you in your place Feed machines and breathe the greed Repeat it day by day
i continually make this effort to explain how i feel into a box and ill slap it with a label because ill sell you all my thoughts
You standing still in here Reminds me of homelessness The things you dont like to hear Break through the hopeless catacombs
Are these songs and notes and noises even mine? Or do they fall from me and down a drain one drop at a time? How many noises went unheard in the forest?
See I, I entered the rythym disconnected and withered Just to be slitherin right up next to the victims left in the winter, wind kept it a secret until springs
At a glance you can see A mansion indeed Being built by the hands of some people The sun dances thru days Of praying for rain or wage increase