there are pieces of me left
within this shell that can
still accept the bitter truths
there are cards that have been dealt
and accordingly they take
tricks that strip away my youth
Into a cycle
that kills as it stifles
lacerates the skin of hope I have
left
there are things that I regret but I can't change them now there's no sense in looking back and if you see me someday sleeping on a park bench I would hope you have the heart to say hello friend my how I've missed you Life has kissed you bruised your lips bloodied and ripped and bit you all your lies have been realized taste the bitter fruit and swallow it down
and I see now how it stands the city's afire outside my door I'm still betting on the muse what have I got left to give does it matter at this point lift your glass and light the fuse sing a chorus to high heaven bended knees won't bring redemption smell the smoke of bridges burning walk to the water there's no turning back now
here we are the insane, artists and the doomed waiting to die and we're all trapped in three corners of the same room and what of the world? with it's bitter twists of fate shoulder burdens and still in this carnival of life we celebrate
spin the knife with your conviction guilt is a savage addiction free yourself and start the landslide ride it down and look back with pride my love.
there are things that I regret but I can't change them now there's no sense in looking back and if you see me someday sleeping on a park bench I would hope you have the heart to say hello friend my how I've missed you Life has kissed you bruised your lips bloodied and ripped and bit you all your lies have been realized taste the bitter fruit and swallow it down
and I see now how it stands the city's afire outside my door I'm still betting on the muse what have I got left to give does it matter at this point lift your glass and light the fuse sing a chorus to high heaven bended knees won't bring redemption smell the smoke of bridges burning walk to the water there's no turning back now
here we are the insane, artists and the doomed waiting to die and we're all trapped in three corners of the same room and what of the world? with it's bitter twists of fate shoulder burdens and still in this carnival of life we celebrate
spin the knife with your conviction guilt is a savage addiction free yourself and start the landslide ride it down and look back with pride my love.
j. Wilford, 8/05
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