supersonic
Bluelighter
The days they pass and on and on so they go and all I know is nothing is going to stay the same.
My eyes get blurred by weekends that end before they began and sad somber songs play on the radio all day.
What can I say, when the sky's cloudy grey seems to penetrate every emotion intensily without warning.
Without anything with something with time I'll see what it is I was reaching to be, but how long must I wait for such a justification of fate?
How does this go, I've heard it before as love slips threw my hands again and again, and I wonder why I grasp at it.
All I have sometimes is wondering. Questioning everyone and myself and anything, and finding more questions like circles, like spirals ending up in a new place with the same wonderment.
Its really just bittersweet, really its just something and at least I have that, perhaps I should want more, but how can I be happy always wanting more?
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If anything I do drugs to appreciate reality.
My eyes get blurred by weekends that end before they began and sad somber songs play on the radio all day.
What can I say, when the sky's cloudy grey seems to penetrate every emotion intensily without warning.
Without anything with something with time I'll see what it is I was reaching to be, but how long must I wait for such a justification of fate?
How does this go, I've heard it before as love slips threw my hands again and again, and I wonder why I grasp at it.
All I have sometimes is wondering. Questioning everyone and myself and anything, and finding more questions like circles, like spirals ending up in a new place with the same wonderment.
Its really just bittersweet, really its just something and at least I have that, perhaps I should want more, but how can I be happy always wanting more?
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If anything I do drugs to appreciate reality.
