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[sid] => 99744
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[aid] => mick
[title] => My Song
[time] => 2005-06-30 20:44:14
[hometext] => This is called 'My Song' cause it's very personal.
[bodytext] => Fighting away temptation Elevation Discipline myself, and I’m home free Hoping to find a way to be me Drug through the mud, hung to dry It’s in the contents everyday I try Broken, I’m blind inside For every time I’ve died Bleeding whispers bleed through Still alone, thinking of you Thinking of your memory Hoping one day it doesn’t become a dream And forever lay inside of me With these worldly objects following behind In this world it’s not hard for a man to lose his mind I know this sounds kind of dark But all of this is coming from the heart Some may not understand what I’m saying I don’t care, just as long as the track is playing Wrote into a song, we’ll live eternal Cause what we write won’t remain internal Note this, not all rhymes will be understood But comprehend, is something you could Try to read this for once, try and understand what I’m saying Cause this pain is what I’m paying People from all around seem to like my songs It’s either that or everyone’s playing along Personally, after a while I hate them Cause after a while they get old and dim And I don’t have the same beliefs as you Sorry, it’s just something I’m not into I’ve been forced year after year to listen To just sit down, pay attention, and listen Flowers, representing peace, love, and tranquility Sometimes we need to stop and enjoy life’s beauty Personally, I don’t want to fit in the crowd I don’t want to be like everyone, and be loud I’m just proud to be what I am, a scrubby nerd with the qualities of a hippie No one really likes me, who cares, come on and hit me I don’t believe in violence, but don’t push me over the edge Cause right now, I’m already looking at the ledge This is where mankind has pushed me Broken and blind, this is all I’ll ever be Some may not like my songs, or like my lyrics, or like my rhymes Just know I’m not trying to keep up with the stupid times The world is too corrupt now I just wish I could clean this place up with one plow No need to try and curse me now I’ve already gone too far The government doesn’t like me so far I know, cause I’m against them [comments] => 1 [counter] => 239 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Bones [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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