I escape my thoughts by increasing the volume
The mindfulness in all, with a chaotic boom
Photographer on set, twisting the zoom
Darkness in me, stuck in the courtroom
Trying to make it colorful for others
Flowers to bloom
Death; buried inside a tomb
All they see in me is the gloom
Maybe some of the doom,
But everyone around, still an empty room
Felt the love, the clothes got a stench of perfume
No, I’m still empty
Girls try to tempt me
When only one is true
She’s such an amazing view
The lust? Had plenty
The love? That left me
Let me try something new
Stay on track and continue to pursue
She’s not just like any
Let me get many, but in the end
I’ll make her my shiny penny
White lighter in my pocket
Time has come, let us knock it
Twenty-seven is so soon,
But my clock is running on fumes
Maybe cut it short
Life is just a sport
Twenty or twenty-one
I’m simply waiting for the sun
I think I’ll throw in my towel
I don’t care if it’s foul
But this is my life, not yours to control like a hound
Six feet underground
Subway train bound to the place that so many have found
Then I’ll be free from the laughter and the killing sound,
But just wait, one more pound
Dollars is all that I can count
Cash up and write down my last amount
Buried in the ground, not the account
Dying young seems so peaceful
Even for the evil,
But the thought of returning stops me
Just please free me from being lonely
Even though I think about you only
I feel like no one really knows me
Guess I have to die it out slowly
Look closely, the demons chose me
Ready to expose me
Stop the hurt.
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