My world is a fantasy,
A fiction land, a dream,
My world is a bag of ideas,
Bursting at the seams.
My world is a cavern,
A dark and gloomy cave,
For if you were to enter it,
There's no chance of being saved.
My world is a heaven,
And equally a hell,
And if you had to live my life,
You wouldn't do very well.
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Lines ever more unclear, Not sure I'm even here...
I am the undefeated boxer. Who never took a fight. I am the worlds greatest author. With no story to write. I am a Rembrandt. That lives in the loft. I am a bridge. That's never been crossed.
I allow you to suck me dry Drain me of all my energy with your twisting, turning and bending of reality Woe is you AND me Fighting out the time spent Consolation vs Devastation You are a...
Life ...
Must we haste And waste the day. Must we worry About what others think. Must we overthink Every little detail. Must we pretend And lie till the end. Must we fight And blur our sight.
Would you rather be hot or cold. Way too young or way too old. Petite, tiny, well, just small, Or giant, massive, really tall. Way too clever for your own good, Or stupid, as thick as mud.
In the still of night And the quiet of Day I long not for endurance But choose to fade away For now I conform To the silent whispers And their thoughts Can't hang on any longer I long for the...
My life is a mystery, I've never been its master. My life is a story, that has never been a glory. It's full of sadness, and maybe happiness. It's very vain And it cause me pain.
Some times I wonder what I am worth... In terms of money, in terms of birth. But most of the time it's the not nice... What would someone sacrifice. Am I worth money, pennies and pounds.
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