21 years of my life
lived lost in an unforgiving plane
with a group of wolves dressed in bloody sheep
lived in hope of a better tomorrow
I never meant to be me
I want to start over a new
reborn in the light of the few
to lead by example
in this mass of confusion
ready to let go of my past
they will never see the new me
fuck that, they will never accept the new me
my past will live to blind their simple mind
this is a message to the new in life
live it like it's your second time
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Am I happy now?
Two years down the line still seated on the same wooden bench
Looking at the same neighbor's fence
With less than I had and more of nothing
Forgotten by all who loved you, lost by the one meant for you
Days spent in a haze ,weighing all that was worthwhile,
Drugs and play numbing the pain as reality bellows ,
Been at the edge too many times, don't think I can make it back again
It's not all bad though, in the few months that it lasted I found faith
In her eyes I saw something I had not seen in eons,
I held her close, golden apple light that shone in a darkned view
She was better with no make-up on, when her grace was more than words
It was life for that time, part of the road
Walking alone, choosing me for a while
In my notebook i am a puppet,my pen mocking me
Keeping tabs on my journey.
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