FixXxer
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jan 4, 2004
- Messages
- 1,052
repent to the extent required.
you've been hired to fix the wires.
cause friction for heat,
addiction you can later deplete.
take a seat and explain things to me.
the beat you feel can steal a heart.
but can it cause minds to believe?
retrieve this thought and return.
grace of pleasing, never was easing me.
predictably infused with what others choose to see
you can always do better.
now go n getter'.
its been awhile since you really tried.
since you sat and cried.
its time to get in touch with your mind.
combine it with your intuitive side
become more alive.
what am i trying to say?
word play, too vain to explain.
the pain of obscurity.
this unsure longing for more needs purity.
To cleanse the needs.
Sense, to feed the seeds.
Bleed for my goal...
I'll willingly pay the whole toll.
To finally be lifted of the burden,
potential i'm sure of...
that never does as well as id like... ...
at least in my own eyes.
maybe if i knew what you thought,
id improve that spot.
criticism hurts, but its needed to become,
part of the cure.
heal my ailing frail pale skin.
my gangrene spleen starts to spin
choked, it broke the egg yolk thin
I need myself to believe in.
you've been hired to fix the wires.
cause friction for heat,
addiction you can later deplete.
take a seat and explain things to me.
the beat you feel can steal a heart.
but can it cause minds to believe?
retrieve this thought and return.
grace of pleasing, never was easing me.
predictably infused with what others choose to see
you can always do better.
now go n getter'.
its been awhile since you really tried.
since you sat and cried.
its time to get in touch with your mind.
combine it with your intuitive side
become more alive.
what am i trying to say?
word play, too vain to explain.
the pain of obscurity.
this unsure longing for more needs purity.
To cleanse the needs.
Sense, to feed the seeds.
Bleed for my goal...
I'll willingly pay the whole toll.
To finally be lifted of the burden,
potential i'm sure of...
that never does as well as id like... ...
at least in my own eyes.
maybe if i knew what you thought,
id improve that spot.
criticism hurts, but its needed to become,
part of the cure.
heal my ailing frail pale skin.
my gangrene spleen starts to spin
choked, it broke the egg yolk thin
I need myself to believe in.
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