turn off the lights and turn off the shyness
cause all of our moves
make up for the silence
the lies |the fake |
the phonies |
please attend my funeral.
Friday, October 06, 2006
A man of words and not of deeds Is like a garden full of weeds And when the weeds begin to grow It's like a garden full of snow And when the snow begins to fall It's like a bird upon the wall And when the bird away does fly It's like an eagle in the sky And when the sky begins to roar It's like a lion at the door And when the door begins to crack It's like a stick across your back And when your back begins to smart It's like a penknife in your heart And when your heart begins to bleed You're dead, and dead, and dead indeed.
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[bleedtodeath] 5:55 AM
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