I wish I was a letter I wish I was a Bee I wish I was a cloud Over the sea
Somebody get this mood Off of me I'm not the chosen I'm the 'chosee'
Ravaged between the dirt Cleaned off the blood An eye through the lies No one is ever bulletproof
Shattered through the dust Cleaned up in frames That glass that bleeds The stone that cries The difference is, there is no truth Just the lies
Just a choice Just a gleam There is no voice, anymore Within me
I choose to be silent And listen to the wind I choose to be observant And forget movement I chose this path Yet, I don't understand Why is it that I have to sacrifice My life My dreams My wishes Just because my life is out of my hands..?
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3 comments:
WOW! Thats very nice indeed.
Kindergarten stuff. It sounds like a kid throwing a temper tantrum and the construction isnt very good either.
Hope you improve.
I like this...
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