you run and hide
from all your pains
there's a funny thing about it
you never were too late

i'm losing touch
with all your ways
get back a couple hours
minutes on the days

you came around twice
second time you're small
you couldn't even think,
imagine, live at all

illusions and pain

hallucinate

but now you walk tall
don't make a noise at all
you'll breathe, and smell the smoke
they're clouds if you're going broke

just balance the good and the bad
dependance, not what you had

and know this, you're justified

to play a card game, pay a fool
and take a shot at liberty
just make sure you're in range

04/22/2005

Author's Note: I'm not sure where I was headed with this, but I'm really pretty satisfied w/ the way it turned out. I found it while digging through some trash and I although I don't remember writing it, thought I'd post it.

Posted on 06/14/2005
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