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The So Called Time Of My Life
The pills were colorful,
Ever so inviting.
At first they worried me,
They were ever so frightening.
I swallowed the first one,
The worries seemed to drift away.
Everything was foggy,
Almost in a hazy gray.
I took another one,
Orange, with the black "OC".
They took me to a better place,
I could't even speak.
I never realized,
The thing i had become,
Would completely ruin me,
I was just a piece of scum.
My shining eyes,
Once blue and glowing,
Had gone away,
Now the dark side was showing.
I punched out my mirrors,
I hated the sight of me.
I had abandoned my soul,
My soul had terrified me.
I see my chance,
My chance for escape.
I see the train leaving,
With such a welcoming escape.
I load my tickets,
Tickets to the new life.
The train is at my head,
Then i feel the strife.
My anger comes back,
I have to get away.
The train is pinned to my temple,
And my eyes turn grey.
Ever so inviting.
At first they worried me,
They were ever so frightening.
I swallowed the first one,
The worries seemed to drift away.
Everything was foggy,
Almost in a hazy gray.
I took another one,
Orange, with the black "OC".
They took me to a better place,
I could't even speak.
I never realized,
The thing i had become,
Would completely ruin me,
I was just a piece of scum.
My shining eyes,
Once blue and glowing,
Had gone away,
Now the dark side was showing.
I punched out my mirrors,
I hated the sight of me.
I had abandoned my soul,
My soul had terrified me.
I see my chance,
My chance for escape.
I see the train leaving,
With such a welcoming escape.
I load my tickets,
Tickets to the new life.
The train is at my head,
Then i feel the strife.
My anger comes back,
I have to get away.
The train is pinned to my temple,
And my eyes turn grey.
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