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Fuck It
Walk with me through the streets
I've lost my way to bed sheets
Color the night and the skyline
Walk with me now while you're gone
Climb the mountains to the highest peak
Sleep with the horrible falseness of life
Kill off miniscule pieces of the days
And survive just to pass away
Lifting my mind from the soil
Plant a tree in its place
And cut off the streams of oil
We are the toxic waste
I've lost my way to bed sheets
Color the night and the skyline
Walk with me now while you're gone
Climb the mountains to the highest peak
Sleep with the horrible falseness of life
Kill off miniscule pieces of the days
And survive just to pass away
Lifting my mind from the soil
Plant a tree in its place
And cut off the streams of oil
We are the toxic waste
Published 15th Jul 2013
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Anonymous
16th Jul 2013 9:42pm
You express so much of what I feel at times about life. What's the point I wonder at times. :(
