The issues of our morals seem to pass from hand to hand,
With people making speeches they don't really understand
Is there no one to follow?
Is there no man to blame?
The only answer to our problem is...
More of the same.
When I reached out to touch you did you feel you should resist?Did you watch the dead skin flaking off my limbs that don't exist?
You can't deny I'm here now
There's nothing left to say
The only thing that's left now is...
More of the same.
I almost gave up trying when my love began to lie,
My desperation rising as the bitter months went by
Somehow I went on living
It's just another game
Perhaps I'll find another...
More of the same.
Tomorrow is my birthday.
2 comments:
Wow...very nice. happy birthday
A very happy birthday to you. I hope it turned out well. I think it did. Well, I guess without the dreaming, right?
Much love <3
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