under the influence
Happens when you let people get to you to the point of no return
when it burns within joints on the lessons never learned
wishing for times when colors in life never yearn
exclusions, excursions, exgirlfriends, expulsions, all earned.
So was the story told by those unable to give a shit. thinking that things only happen for those who live them is another way of putting the blame on anyone else when only one is to blame, the self. if you fall under this influence, brace your self, embrace the future, endure the past and walk the day as if today meant forever, yesterday nevermore and tomorrow was somedayland.
The fact of having to put him through it again and again. decompressing past experiences to renew with fresh airs of malfunction so to make the dysfunction somewhat more agreable, is the stupidest resolution ever, just like warm weathers under winter times.
Who would rather see the sky fall and step on its left overs other than to fly on it like a lost bird seeking for a new horizon? nah, just bullet the blue sky and forget you ever cared, this way you'll find yourself rebuilding your past over and over while trying to make it last. good luck with that.
Allow me to introduce myself: *gently slips into you and spills the poison* now i'm deep inside, soon deep within and when it ends i'll be in deep shit and hopefully deep down underground, with no frown, just a black gown with the face of a clown bound to holly grounds and ghost towns where babies are reborn into satanic killers riding cujos and parasite hosts.
take the pill and let the feel fill your fuel as it pulls you from down under, plunder your world and humbly have you fall under it's slumber. distance makes the heart grow fonder yet this time i see you playing texas hold'em with my decisions, so to see how far you go when things fall apart. one thing is sure, you have that ticket in hand and that bus will only leave when you say when, and only then will i miss you if i let you get to me like i fear you will. let me just pay the bill and leave this motel before i get charged again with a new day's rent. Shit.... is already past ten.
how did he let you get to him again? how did i let X get to me again!? fuck them! when will we learn? where is our mind? why do you even mind? mind your own fucking business and find another line to bind, another light to shine, another mind to grind... just leave it to the others, they seem to know better.
as the cigarette burns he claims to be quiting, but he's no quiter, only death can stop him and only faith can hold him yet only shame can scold him still only haze can calm him but no more face to fake while you bore him and he just falls in love with the thought of you maybe staying a little bit longer than phony conversations with empty beings of no reason. this upcoming season, the lesson will be less wisdom. did you pay your ransom?
girls are issues, but in french that means exit so i'll just walk out then away, no need to stay and delay fate. let me just say that i have nothing more important to say than "let it go away, it just might return someday... someday". hell, i think there for i exist, but how can anyone make me think that this shit is real? i exist because i feel and i think because i feel and i feel because i'm stupid. feel me?
when it burns within joints on the lessons never learned
wishing for times when colors in life never yearn
exclusions, excursions, exgirlfriends, expulsions, all earned.
So was the story told by those unable to give a shit. thinking that things only happen for those who live them is another way of putting the blame on anyone else when only one is to blame, the self. if you fall under this influence, brace your self, embrace the future, endure the past and walk the day as if today meant forever, yesterday nevermore and tomorrow was somedayland.
The fact of having to put him through it again and again. decompressing past experiences to renew with fresh airs of malfunction so to make the dysfunction somewhat more agreable, is the stupidest resolution ever, just like warm weathers under winter times.
Who would rather see the sky fall and step on its left overs other than to fly on it like a lost bird seeking for a new horizon? nah, just bullet the blue sky and forget you ever cared, this way you'll find yourself rebuilding your past over and over while trying to make it last. good luck with that.
Allow me to introduce myself: *gently slips into you and spills the poison* now i'm deep inside, soon deep within and when it ends i'll be in deep shit and hopefully deep down underground, with no frown, just a black gown with the face of a clown bound to holly grounds and ghost towns where babies are reborn into satanic killers riding cujos and parasite hosts.
take the pill and let the feel fill your fuel as it pulls you from down under, plunder your world and humbly have you fall under it's slumber. distance makes the heart grow fonder yet this time i see you playing texas hold'em with my decisions, so to see how far you go when things fall apart. one thing is sure, you have that ticket in hand and that bus will only leave when you say when, and only then will i miss you if i let you get to me like i fear you will. let me just pay the bill and leave this motel before i get charged again with a new day's rent. Shit.... is already past ten.
how did he let you get to him again? how did i let X get to me again!? fuck them! when will we learn? where is our mind? why do you even mind? mind your own fucking business and find another line to bind, another light to shine, another mind to grind... just leave it to the others, they seem to know better.
as the cigarette burns he claims to be quiting, but he's no quiter, only death can stop him and only faith can hold him yet only shame can scold him still only haze can calm him but no more face to fake while you bore him and he just falls in love with the thought of you maybe staying a little bit longer than phony conversations with empty beings of no reason. this upcoming season, the lesson will be less wisdom. did you pay your ransom?
girls are issues, but in french that means exit so i'll just walk out then away, no need to stay and delay fate. let me just say that i have nothing more important to say than "let it go away, it just might return someday... someday". hell, i think there for i exist, but how can anyone make me think that this shit is real? i exist because i feel and i think because i feel and i feel because i'm stupid. feel me?
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