writing for the first time from the sunlight looking with hindsight at the c.ds tied with the scars, i missed out the important values my head caughted on the barbed wire i analysed and ripped apart but cast away the photographs i took. searched for something profound tryed to build a bridge but i dropped a match. so look it up in that lyric book you keep so close to your heart and fall back onto the saftey [inter]net that ship has sunk but you never found out what it meant i found my way with the music and the true belivers. every broken heart has a fixer from the fixation
i never cared what the crictics said because thats all they are. im telling a hazy story in blotchy ink. words were never my strong point but my heart was and my memory the instinctive bullet. so now your hanging on for her but i was over when it started the laughter pulls my heart but when you took her hand i threw it away & you picked up that shotgun and put it on your own head.
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