I have a friend,
he is around the bend,
As I approach,
I hear the coach.
When I get there,
All I find is his hair.
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Doors, what are they?
they are passage ways into our lives,
they can be opened or closed,
they can be broken or merely bruised.
If they are slammed, they cause commotion,
if they are avoided, the goal is not met.
What is a Door?
H E R E I L A Y
Here I lay
My mind is messed up
Don't think I'm a druggy
I'm just confused
How can everybody be so blind
My life is fucked up
No one cares
If I could stop them I would
Oh please forgive me
And do not judge me by my species
I tried to tell them
But they wouldn't listen
I don't want retribution
I just want it to end
Oh please let it end!
People
People
Always speaking
Never seeing
Always fighting
Never saving
Always producing
Never preserving
Always rushing
Never slowing
Their lives are short
But they never go away
Here I Stand
Here I stand
Watching numbly
Kids are playing
Having fun
Balls are bouncing
On the floor
Kids are laughing
Making merry
And here I stand
Watching numbly
Heresay
Controlling factor
Controlling me
Anything I say
Heresay
Think this is life
Anthing I do
Heresay
Doesn't matter
Think this is life
Anthing I think
Heresay
No one cares
Think this was life
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