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swallow life whole or spit it out
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whole lotta other stuff
illusions of sanctuary there is no place like home
since the first time I heard the words
the sentence stuck in my head
then, she said,
“You never die with a kiss on your lips”
“I want to go”
“Set me free”,
“Why can’t you see”,
I never saw her again
engulfed by time living on the surface
vanishing in secret into the night
left with only the precious wishes
of a runaway on the mean streets
misery,
viewing moments
just about the agony, act as if you don't mind,
torment screaming into your dreams
panhandle a few bucks
do what you have to, just too survive
the monster doesn't care.
he’ll take you down that subway stair
and say, " don’t worry about the little things,
here open wide and spend your time on the big things!! "
swallow life whole or spit it out.
you can scream but most times nobody will hear you shout
if you want to be free
if you want to be free
really, really free
learn how to like the taste of fear in your own tear
