Noah Ort

billy walks down the street
and he sees a gigantic feat
2 bullys in red
ready to do the hanus beat
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hes slowly slipping
down a dark and thoughtless street
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tis no reason to live
i am living for people
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it pains me to see the tear marks under your eyes
for those tears are not of joy, but of sorrow
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i see fields of people
scared and afraid of things we have no notice too
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be happy, all is good

everything is as it should
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you have broken me
set my wings afire
and let them brightly blaze
because your care is not for me
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i dont know what to write,
i feel everything is falling to the side
not nessesarily up or down
just.....to the side
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i want to scream the thoughts of my mind,
i want to take my hand and smear them all along the wall for everyone to see
but i cannot do such a thing,
for peoples minds are not invulnerable to such things
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indescribable emptyness aproaches

from a corner all its own
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dieing breeding life to different things
changing from a spring of life to a fall of death
a blurr of colors in my retina
a quick shuffle of leaves past my cold frail body
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