Array ( [sid] => 186621 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Idiots Waltz [time] => 2019-11-01 20:10:36 [hometext] => last stanza is because I do not see enough comments not for me but for others [bodytext] => Take the lid
off of this coffin
dead words need to spoken
but it will not change the way you feel

bags of water on display
mentally twisting
as the music plays
it is my time to dance
this Idiots Waltz is repetitive and no thrill

nice to see you
again
though you will never be a
friend
that is the way the game is played
stay in your lane and do your time

I told you something
I found out
you claim you know
what it is all about
why people act like charlatans
just blows my mind

we are all pretenders and actors
the whole is a stage
some of us hide the pain
others can barely contain the rage

I may be off balance
but I am ready for the challenge
all I need is a partner
for this Idiot waltzing

And The Band Played On...

the days are getting longer
emotionally we are getting colder
why are so split on every thing
it is really hard to understand

nice to see ya again
there is no hope that we ever will be friends
I live in a glass house
and I am doing the best that I can

when life gets overwhelming
and dark things fill my mind
I misdirect my animosities
by flowing on a YDPC line

Icebergs melt on tropical seas
its unknown what happens when you die
manic depressions my partner tonight
and I am glad to be alive

they say the end is coming
well they say that every year
if YPDC gives you comfort
you should read and comment while you scroll there
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Idiots Waltz
Date: Friday, 1st November 2019 @ 08:10:36 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: unknown_utopia
Take the lid
off of this coffin
dead words need to spoken
but it will not change the way you feel

bags of water on display
mentally twisting
as the music plays
it is my time to dance
this Idiots Waltz is repetitive and no thrill

nice to see you
again
though you will never be a
friend
that is the way the game is played
stay in your lane and do your time

I told you something
I found out
you claim you know
what it is all about
why people act like charlatans
just blows my mind

we are all pretenders and actors
the whole is a stage
some of us hide the pain
others can barely contain the rage

I may be off balance
but I am ready for the challenge
all I need is a partner
for this Idiot waltzing

And The Band Played On...

the days are getting longer
emotionally we are getting colder
why are so split on every thing
it is really hard to understand

nice to see ya again
there is no hope that we ever will be friends
I live in a glass house
and I am doing the best that I can

when life gets overwhelming
and dark things fill my mind
I misdirect my animosities
by flowing on a YDPC line

Icebergs melt on tropical seas
its unknown what happens when you die
manic depressions my partner tonight
and I am glad to be alive

they say the end is coming
well they say that every year
if YPDC gives you comfort
you should read and comment while you scroll there


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