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Sad People are strong
It takes more muscles to frown

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THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A MASTER AND A BEGINNER IS GTHE MASTER HAS FAILED MORE TIMES THAN THE BEGINNER HAS EVEN TRIED

nobodys nothing

Sometimes

Sometimes its just over

Sometimes theres nothing you can do

Sometimes you win,

But more often than not you lose

Sometimes the silences heals you,

sometimes you just want to die

sometimes i wish you looked to everyone

how i feel inside

Everytime I try to be happy I’m reminded why I’m not

Tired

It just would have meant a lot if you would have answered. For real

Damp window sills and empty jars of the flower
tempted to sit still, but starting to feel empowered

I just pushed everyone I had until they left me
Empty bottles and full ashtrays have me forgetting

The best thing is that it’s my fault
Leave my mark like krylon sprayed onto the drywall

I might fall, I might trip, let’s see how bright these lights get
Like, sip a little bit, u can have more if you like it

Damp window sills and empty jars of the flower
tempted to sit still, but starting to feel empowered

I just pushed everyone I had until they left me
Empty bottles and full ashtrays have me forgetting

The best thing is that it’s my fault
Leave my mark like krylon sprayed onto the drywall

I might fall, I might trip, let’s see how bright these lights get
Like, sip a little bit, u can have more if you like it

Why do we die?

I often sit and ponder bout this life and wonder why we’re here
There has to be a meaning or a point if not it’s kinda queer
To put us here this planet I guess I don’t understand it
I think god is up there laughing at us stranded in the stratosphere

Weird enough I’m hearing stuff, maybe it’s my conscience
While I’m, Lost inside these modern highs, pretending that I’m conscious
Am I sleeping? Probably. Will I ever wake up? Maybe
It goes infinitely inward, have you looked inside lately?

I’m the urban priest of vermin beings , Purposely reLearning things ,
Took a leash up off the beast, so he’d be free from her and me
The persons we deserve to be, only if you earned it flee
Then you can fly away while I perch on top the burning trees

And I die before I wake, tell god that he don’t know us
Apparently he had a plan, but now I’m calling bogus
What we did we made it ain’t a theory of creation
I’m like neo in the matrix seein how the world is coded

What is love
What is life
What is lust
Why do we die

What is life why do we live more important what is death
Investing time and stress into the mess of trying to be the best
Nesting interesting little girls to help me smoke my sess
I guess it helps me from these hells that come, maybe I’m depressed

And as time goes past I learn that I’m an ass, and everyone can see
I lack a grasp of current tasks, and hide from my reality.
Turn the volume up so I can’t listen to myself think
Drinking to me missing you, pissed in a hotel suite

What she tells me is i need to chill and let the anger go
I can’t control a nappy ho, I should be glad to see her go
But learnings best when indirect, life’s a growing process
Forget regret, tell everyone to back up cuz you got this

Own yourself cuz if you don’t others will do it for you
Quit hiding lies set them aside invite yourself to explore truth
Ignore the bruise , I know there’s more to you than just a normal dude
Bind your grind with kindness you can find out what’s important too.

What is love
What is life
What is lust
Why do we die

Confessions of a devil undercover as an angel
The love iv seen far in between and few deserve a halo
I watch the day go by and wonder if well ever earn a cure
Taking lessons from my cat, if only I could learn to purr

Persons hurt , iv learned the worst is yet to come and so on
I need doc and Marty and their special deloreon
Turn the clock and smash the watch, let’s go back to childhood
Give me back my brother and my sister, and then I’ll be good

I wish I was little back when mommy recognized me
What I portray is , in a way, missing the scars I’m hiding.
Every scar it has a story, probably belongs on Maury ,
I know that I’m sad and boring, but it seems these people like me

Frightening what I’m writing, I prefer a dimmer lighting
All this rain and all this lightning still won’t prevent me from lighting up
And dicing up my thoughts and trying to become a better me
Set me free and let me be. Be a better entity