the SINGER DUDE. by michelle.

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

The pressure's building up and I'm slipping away,
Darkened perception blocks out light of the day.
Confusion commotion, the skies turn to grey,
Can't outrun the shadow so I might as well stay.
Need to find the eye of my hurricane,
Where things are calm and life is sane.
Cause I'm caught on the edge, spinning around,
From a thousand feet up & I'll fall to the ground.
The army advancing, no place to go,
The curtains close, its the end of the show.
Digging my grave with my own bare hands,
The crowd cheers and everyone stands.
Appreciation, recognition, a happy ending,
Two tears flow, for joy and for sorrow,
Never know what it'll be like tomorrow,
For onto my body the dirt they shovel.

6:41 PM

isaac had a glimmer of hope
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