(Falling Down)
There is no soundtrack to life.
Only painful silence, solitude in the night
Sound and fury sounds good in poetry
But when your hit hard your alone
Alone in sound
No acoustics, no dramatic clash
No orchestras to amplify the emotion
No wood, no strings, no piano, no brass
Just unfomfurtable silence stillness leaving with only thoughts in your mind screaming
Reviewing, analyzing, denying, crying, laughing, dying
Regret.Upset.Defenselessness
(Standing Up)
There is color and sublime beauty
there's fire and ocean, lies told truthfully
Numbness embraced lovingly
play guitar look at stars look at mars write a poem
For the bleeding heart, bleeding brain
Formlate, orchestrate
I don't like entertaining notions that make me seem concieted
But lately I feel like everyone's defeated
And I am champion, I am flying
Honored disgrace
Dream of a reality
monsterous humanity
(Walkig Around)
This City knows me so well, I've been a guest in all its rooms
Seen its dark closets its gardens in bloom
I've roamed it's vast hallways in the dead of night
It's groundskeeper silent and glowing and white
watches me but never says a word
(I know this City so well)
I can tell you everywhere to fear
Everywhere to feel unwanted
I'll show you where the kids go to forget their lives and forget their tears
Where they write depressig poetry, fishing in ponds or romance forever baiting and reeling
Where the kids go to get caught up in the same feeling
Feeling of Acceptence because they match shoes
match clothes chains tatoos of childhood blues
Here right here and now were all accepted
because we've labeled ourselves rejected
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