The People's Exhibit A (davidology) wrote,
The People's Exhibit A

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there's too much
that i keep to myself
and i turn my back on my faith
it's like glass
when we break
i wish no one in my place

and i've seen
you don't need their seeds
when their dirt goes in deep
and i'm lost in sleep

i can't stay
in this place
i can't stand
when the room turns round
on my fate
you give no guarantees
there's no promise
i can keep

i can't stand
i can't see my way
i feel blind
on my feet
i can't stay too long
am i wrong?

goodbye, lay the blame on luck

i'm so tired
of my mood
and sleep comes
with a knife, fork and a spoon
you're so pale
in your face
you let life
get in your way

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