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[aid] => mick
[title] => Torn Between These Lives
[time] => 2006-03-04 14:26:46
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[bodytext] => My life, my life Ruined, ripped, and torn I want to get back to where I was Fragile life, I mourn My well of dreams after high school Was so deep to choose from My many goals I had in mind Now seem to make me numb I cannot think, I cannot sleep I'm tired, eyes are closing And still, I need to wake up And get in a state of knowing I did not mean to fail at life What brought on hesitation? I did not ever mean to falter At my path of destination It is the worst thing I have done This mess I've left behind That life so full of hopes and dreams A life that once was mine I used to know right where to turn The paths in life were clear The knowledge of what I have done It burns, it stings and sears My love, my love is pot It's all that matters now It was not meant to be that way How did I get here? How? My days are spent Living in this haze My night's spent getting high Too many mistakes, I'm gonna pay The truth is scary Yes, indeed And I'm torn between These lives I lead My life, my life I love every day And I would never have it Any other way I could care less about anything No worries for me I love getting high It's the way to be Floating around in this endless dream I hope I never have to wake up So reality never has to seem The way it really is I love that little feeling Of being lifted in the air Being carefree and weightless This vibe I get is rare I never believed the saying "Ignorance is bliss" Now I know what it means It's just another thing I missed I really could care less though I'm having too much fun Pot is right here, so I'm all set for life There is always that one chance That I'll somehow screw things up Since I live this life within a trance My goals may go down the drain So although I love the feeling Of this perfect little drug I can't describe the fear I get When I realize the grave I have dug The truth is oh so scary So which life do I pick? Which one would I like the best? In which life do I fit? [comments] => 3 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 61 [informant] => kerrbear [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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