Crackin' UpA Poem by The Glassface
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shaken up, muddled up, breaking up, mixed up stirred up, screwing up, knocked up, f*****g up All in between Who you said you did it? No one asked me. It's a matter of preference A choice of ideals Take illusion pills And see how you feel Sitting in the middle riding the line I'm preaching my word I'm cracking inside I'm singing my song I'm losing my mind I've heard every other word I can't see your eyes Listen Me Right Lies Now wrong blind screaming happy next line Take This Choices Freedom Hurt Outside Inside Cage Waste Thrive Don't feel for me, what's this you do? Using a gun, when a handshake will do Swarm in your own, eat it alive I don't need a piece, I only survive Stop hitting the red Color the lines It's two feet away Miles to me Cool, night Sweet, quiet Crimson waves, crash on a doormat shore © 2010 The Glassface |
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Added on May 7, 2010 Last Updated on May 7, 2010 Author
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