Tired (Spoken)
Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 4:22 am
Community Service:
http://www.illestlyrics.com/board/coleo ... ml#p176198
http://www.illestlyrics.com/board/life- ... 22923.html
Well, Like it or not, I do.
Had some spare time so I closed my eyes and didn't care for the rules. You ever just write? To see where your pencil takes you? Free of edits or structure or anything?
Lyrics:
I've seen the earth cry - Im not talking about the rain-we die to have our souls trace your name - hoping you dont change- i can almost see you in the distance - but each inch is pain- we reach in us see images of- your face- but the truth is you have found things to replace the void- its a trip to picture myself as you and implement those thoughts- but im expecting too much thinking youd let those cross- lets remove the mask and expose the truth-im spec of dust - and ill never amount to your views-its not that you set the bar too high - Its simply i never cared to try- so even though the right isnt mine to cry- ill cry till the world drowns in my failed motivation- cuz that i can blame on someones lack of attention- in fact let me step back to mention-nothing is something without an origin < common sense- i never liked your apples so let me stick this orange in < bwahahaha- cuz to speak of my past is past the cliched white elephant- i just spoke in cliches & i hope you keep up with what i meant- yes its all relevant no no truth is under embellishment- im just embarrassed to plainly state-
The words amy sings are engraved onto my soul- and as much as i fight them they keep hold, i tried to minimize the pain but only to watch them bold- It capitalized my entire youth - leaving a hole- in whole i blacked out maybe 98%-but the remaining two was enough to damage the rest-with anguish and stress and enough pressure to crush in my chest- i said i was fine but the doctors interest grew as my story revealed- he questioned a quest to self destruct but i honestly didnt have enough- intellect to catch on to his drift, so i paddled my boat though there agenda- zoloft prozac, locked up, knocked me off my boat just to clear my throat with a big so what- like a shook up soda i exploded but closed- now i have this locked box that vents in my soul that no one can hold- yes its all relevant no no truth is under embellishment- im just embarrassed to plainly state-
Ive bled 40 punches past the circles im speaking/
13 years of exactly the same beatings//
in church jesus's teachings told me i am his son/
but im thinking he wasn't speaking to me, cuz im yet to feel like one//[/color]
http://www.illestlyrics.com/board/coleo ... ml#p176198
http://www.illestlyrics.com/board/life- ... 22923.html
Well, Like it or not, I do.
Had some spare time so I closed my eyes and didn't care for the rules. You ever just write? To see where your pencil takes you? Free of edits or structure or anything?
Lyrics:
I've seen the earth cry - Im not talking about the rain-we die to have our souls trace your name - hoping you dont change- i can almost see you in the distance - but each inch is pain- we reach in us see images of- your face- but the truth is you have found things to replace the void- its a trip to picture myself as you and implement those thoughts- but im expecting too much thinking youd let those cross- lets remove the mask and expose the truth-im spec of dust - and ill never amount to your views-its not that you set the bar too high - Its simply i never cared to try- so even though the right isnt mine to cry- ill cry till the world drowns in my failed motivation- cuz that i can blame on someones lack of attention- in fact let me step back to mention-nothing is something without an origin < common sense- i never liked your apples so let me stick this orange in < bwahahaha- cuz to speak of my past is past the cliched white elephant- i just spoke in cliches & i hope you keep up with what i meant- yes its all relevant no no truth is under embellishment- im just embarrassed to plainly state-
The words amy sings are engraved onto my soul- and as much as i fight them they keep hold, i tried to minimize the pain but only to watch them bold- It capitalized my entire youth - leaving a hole- in whole i blacked out maybe 98%-but the remaining two was enough to damage the rest-with anguish and stress and enough pressure to crush in my chest- i said i was fine but the doctors interest grew as my story revealed- he questioned a quest to self destruct but i honestly didnt have enough- intellect to catch on to his drift, so i paddled my boat though there agenda- zoloft prozac, locked up, knocked me off my boat just to clear my throat with a big so what- like a shook up soda i exploded but closed- now i have this locked box that vents in my soul that no one can hold- yes its all relevant no no truth is under embellishment- im just embarrassed to plainly state-
Ive bled 40 punches past the circles im speaking/
13 years of exactly the same beatings//
in church jesus's teachings told me i am his son/
but im thinking he wasn't speaking to me, cuz im yet to feel like one//[/color]