1. |
No Real
04:57
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What hope?
Where's this?
I have not seen it yet,
What have I missed?
Cruel soap,
Death mist,
When did it ever get lower than this?
No real,
No way,
It is before my eyes,
Full of dismay.
So small,
Unless you count them all,
Divided 'til we fall,
Strangers to most alive.
So small,
When in amongst them all,
Confined there 'til we fall,
Strangers until we die.
No real,
No way,
It is before my eyes,
Full of dismay.
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2. |
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Drifting through the changes,
So little seems so new,
Did it change at all?
I've had no path before me,
But still I found a way,
Through the rise and fall.
Though chapters in my story,
Don't read the way they should,
I will write something new.
It won't be close to perfect,
But that's what makes it good,
I keep struggling for you.
Let me grow through all these changes,
So I might end up strong,
I can hope that, at least,
I can become someone,
On whom you can rely,
That's enough for inner peace.
Though chapters in my story,
Don't read the way they should,
I will write something new.
It won't be close to perfect,
But that's what makes it good,
I keep struggling for you.
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3. |
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4. |
This One Time...
03:06
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Two sides or more,
To everything in life,
Striving for all,
To understand you're right.
I see the sun,
Stuck in the shade again,
Close ties undone,
Through no one's fault, my friend.
Chapters in life,
Still in my mind.
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5. |
Weird
05:12
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Everyone is weird but me,
My life has always shown,
People seem from out a dream,
Their motives are unknown.
Answering life's riddle,
After time and thought,
No answer will do.
Because the riddle is,
Of a changing sort,
No answer stays true.
Constant transition,
Life has no constant,
Barring only change.
Everyone is weird but me,
My life has always shown,
People seem from out a dream,
Their motives are unknown.
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6. |
How Would I Know?
06:03
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7. |
But THIS TIME It's Real
06:21
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I sometimes wonder why I've grown so very bitter,
But that's how life can change for me,
The winter breeze at night will always send a shiver,
But I'm out here again indeed.
Small voice,
Unheard,
But this time it's real.
One choice,
Absurd,
But this time it's real.
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8. |
Screen Thyme
06:08
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Broken and battered,
But that doesn't matter,
Hopefulness tattered,
But that doesn't matter.
Free from some old ways,
But wasteful with our days,
Change in a slow blaze,
But wasteful with our days.
Forcing the idea,
Upon your mind's eye,
Haunting is the icy fear,
That you may not know why.
Dirt on some hands,
Blood on other ones,
Clips and rubber bands,
Holding all the funds.
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