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Am I a cloud in the Sky?
Blown by the wind.
Up so high...
Maybe it's why I like the rain so much.
It brings me back down to earth.
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"catalytical"
~iViE
Finally
Someone broke through and told to me
Used my art of anger against me
What’s been done can’t be taken back
Through reality I've realized that
To used my road of passion, and turn it into rage
I felt this way before
I've been meaning to turn over a new page
In the book, I should have written more
Look forward in life
I never look behind
Who in hell do you think you are?
To go take a knife and slit my throat
To myself, I am not yet up to par
Through lyrics and word
To weave a web
For a forsaken person to step into
For a goddamned person left to choose
Between what I want to say
And what I had to say
You're not the only person who had to suffer
Have you ever looked the other way?
If you had, consider this
Was there something you could have missed?
Was there something that caused all this?
If you hadn’t, I’ll just say that
Something that’s been done cant be taken back
Through reality I’ve realized that
Knowing the wrong and doing the rite
I’m not blaming anybody
I believe in instant karma
To me, the ultimate rule defined
I wont ask for pity
I ask to be left alone
So leave me be, left not in pain
But in twisted, wicked humor
To see my point being taken across time and space
To the person meant to race
Against me to achieve the winner place
Peering into my mind once more
Everything changes as consequences are thrown in
Changing the problem
Yet the destination is still the same
Making all of this catalytical
eh, so i go into poetic rages, it seems like im not the only one...i edited this a lil bit...
And the wind brought Clive @ 9:40 AM
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Monday, June 24, 2002 |
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