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A Man
there is a man
sitting on my shoulder.
he tells me to give in
that together we could
Be Great.
there is a man
who sits on my shoulder.
he asks why I bother
says in the end
Its Worthless
there is a man
seated on my shoulder.
he whispers in my ear.
it's all lies and propaganda
But Its Pretty
there was a man
who once sat on my shoulder.
he speaks no more
the silence is
Uplifting.
sitting on my shoulder.
he tells me to give in
that together we could
Be Great.
there is a man
who sits on my shoulder.
he asks why I bother
says in the end
Its Worthless
there is a man
seated on my shoulder.
he whispers in my ear.
it's all lies and propaganda
But Its Pretty
there was a man
who once sat on my shoulder.
he speaks no more
the silence is
Uplifting.
Published 28th Oct 2009
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28th Oct 2009 12:57pm
Well I don't really know if I got this right but the way I interpreted it...It somewhat has that haunting feeling...its like an alter ego of yours who keeps telling you what to do and you just keep trying to get over with it....cuz you know its not you...
Thats how I could relate to it and the reason I loved it..!!and i noe i mite be totally wrong!!!But twas somethin...somethin great for sure...:):)
good work!
