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| Faceless in a mirror I cannot recognize myself I don't know who I am Maybe I'm someone else But still I keep on searching Along this going nowhere path It's almost like I'm lost But I know just where I'm at Years and years of nothing Look back through empty eyes A past full of the known A past that's full of lies Maybe I'm from the furture Or maybe it's the past Always hoping that the next day Won't always mimic the last Everyday's the same It's the same for everyone Everything you think or do Has earlier been done If we are all different Aren't we all the same History repeats itself Just people with different names |
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| *My Destiny I once came upon a house Upon an abandoned path My name was on the door But I couldn't recall it from my past Cautiusly I climed the steps And placed my hand upon the door Silently it opened Eager to show me more I began to climb the stairs Waiting for them to creak But quickly I began to stumble As the steps began to speak They told me the end of the hall Was where I needed to be After the light would answer me An answer I would soon need Above my head a light turned bright Revealing the hall I was destined Before I could begin my walk I was already to the ending The door was made of wood And it felt warm against my skin A note upon the entrance said "A word of caution before you begin, Inside lays your future There is nothing of the past Behind the doors are always fading So make your decision fast!" Not wanting to waste more time I stepped on through the door And laid my eyes upon Three doors plus one more Each was a different color And each one said the same "Make your decision wisely- You future's not a game." One red and one white One green and one blue I stood in the center And thought of which to choose The colors all meant nothing to me How was I to know which was right? I knew my time was running out So I ran straight to the White Beyond the door was misty My future had begun to fade So quickly I started running I feared I was too late I made it past the fog What I saw scared me stiff I hadn't seen where I was running I stopped at the edge of a looming cliff Below I saw myself falling Screaming for someone to save me I leaped into the darkness And knew this was my destiny |
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| My Own Worst Enemy She can smell my silent movements She waits among a shadow Stalking till her moment comes Fear makes my breathing shallow Still she hears me sneaking Trying for the gettaway It's then I see her coming Wuickly I start to pray "Save me from this demon, She'll take my soul from me She'll cast it to the dungeons And never set it free!" Before my prayer soars to heaven She snatches them it from my lips I see my words upon her palms Trapped by her finger tips It's then I look into her eyes and recognize who I see She is my only destined foe My own worst enemy is me |
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| Father Time Father time condems me With his slowly moving hands Hourglass figure eight He's leasurly eating the sands Careless of my waiting Prisoner in a moment Freeze frame never ending He laughs at this still torment No matter how fast I run In the same place I am sustained Can't look forward or behind Right now is where I remain |
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| *Call it magnatism A force beyond your grip Call it lust A desire you can't resist Call it passion A feeling-You need it now! Call it urges A yearning-You don't know how Call it anything you want And want it all the time |
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