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Another Brick on the wall
Abstract mentality raised to be casualty of reality
Lost throughout the suns rays searching for a balance thats going to last me for more than a few days
Another strange face in the crowd keeping my vision low to the ground mutual understanding never seems to be easily found
A fool on the hill watching the wheels go round out of tune with no thoughts of calibration any time soon
Misaligned from the basic perception hard to define not a stranger to the rejection hesitated breaths as the years continue to progress many unanswered questions add to an unrelenting stress
The seemingly perfect solutions never truly solve the lingering confusion dealing with the blues painting various hues with twenty six worn out letters
Most of what I say comes out hieroglyphic far from simplistic often misunderstood better left unheard
The reason at each intersction I make a left turn don't mind me just a nowhere man lost without a reasonable plan
Searching the atmosphere for someone who truly understands willing to lend me a hand when I'm stranded out in the sand next to the unforgiving ocean one of the few acknowledging my emotions to be more than mental distortions
Each deceased day brings me closer to the realization that I'm becoming comfortably numb to the commotion making the best out of the deficits surrounded by the worlds negatives wise enough to realize ignorance isnt bliss yet some truths continue still to slip through my fists......<3
Lost throughout the suns rays searching for a balance thats going to last me for more than a few days
Another strange face in the crowd keeping my vision low to the ground mutual understanding never seems to be easily found
A fool on the hill watching the wheels go round out of tune with no thoughts of calibration any time soon
Misaligned from the basic perception hard to define not a stranger to the rejection hesitated breaths as the years continue to progress many unanswered questions add to an unrelenting stress
The seemingly perfect solutions never truly solve the lingering confusion dealing with the blues painting various hues with twenty six worn out letters
Most of what I say comes out hieroglyphic far from simplistic often misunderstood better left unheard
The reason at each intersction I make a left turn don't mind me just a nowhere man lost without a reasonable plan
Searching the atmosphere for someone who truly understands willing to lend me a hand when I'm stranded out in the sand next to the unforgiving ocean one of the few acknowledging my emotions to be more than mental distortions
Each deceased day brings me closer to the realization that I'm becoming comfortably numb to the commotion making the best out of the deficits surrounded by the worlds negatives wise enough to realize ignorance isnt bliss yet some truths continue still to slip through my fists......<3
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