Gone not yet from memory
Still it's become putrid I've wrapped up that path Mirrors came hard to see No one's sharing eyes with me I try to pass out shards but just draw blood I can easily say lines that rhyme (Art is easy) Much harder to make even the cleverest lines contain Even after maintain inside them what only behind is true If anything being relative in the mind The know that I see and the feel that I breathe Crawling inside me, has it learned to relate to you Your language don't fit with me It wouldn't with you Pass it on Pass it on Skip a generation Simple minority strong hands In a world of feet Make it by It's disappointing enough to cry The baby can't say but knows why No one writes this song before I die I didn't write this song and it's died Copyright (c) 2003-2016 Joshua Ransom Packard
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September 2016
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