I wrote a story in the book of life today I turned the page and then I turned and walked away Cause what I wrote was just symbolic of the time I ve been surrounded by another state of mind You do this, to gain control You say that, to make yourself feel whole You say this, just to be kind I see its all just a waste of fucking time
Sometimes the problems freeze the pen thats in my hand No rules provided that wi will make me understand And then I think about the notes that I just took I look around, then turn around, then close the book.
Cause I see the writing how it can be I write this paragraph to tell me that I m me All rules provided, symbolic of the time I t keeps me from falling into another state of mind
I do this, to gain control I do this, to make myself feel whole I say this, not to be kind I see its all just a waste of fucking time
STI GMA
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