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The mind is a terrible thing to waste

is all to the human him and the brain,

it can go insane or stay sane,

but the thoughts in the mind tend to change,

I never lived no fucken game,

always real cause why talk bout shit I dont even feel,

I am the nice sweet man,

when you sad and you cry with a note or a call

my words to tend to break the dark scene  

make you smile,

I am the love you feel

when the sun sets straight into your flesh,

like mothers love to your soul I bring,

a person you thought never did exist

tend you have a nice conversation next to me,

I think I can be a angel fly above the air,

heart so warm cause I do really care,

it can melt iron with the temperate rising,

the heart pumps and pumps blood like bushes oil plans,

I try to get my message with simple rhymes,

but then with only a word,

my heart turns fucken cold,

the great wall built my heart you cant see,

my soul is dark I tend not to give a fuck,

assassin my thoughts,

pain in my veins,

my brain calls for help

assassination on the horizon,

wind blows, death trees as I pass by,

flowers shred to dry leaves,

I lose control can see the light,

I fucken cry yet no one hears cause I tend to hide,

I punch and wish fuck life I am tired of this,

up in the range with my magnificent glass

ready to see how accurate I can be

the enemies tend to go to sleep,

dont recognize the good and bad,

skating ring can be made if you chiseled it out my heart

and soul,

I love you from the person I give my life for,

I tend to freeze time,

rainbows seem to heal my thoughts,

my heart begins to pump again,

I am alive lift my body from the dark occupied space,

I am dirty wash me away,

only a voice to stop them dark thoughts,

I see the light

and then tend to write the lines I write today

saying to my self,

damn in the dark I see my path,

as I cry with life,

with a voice I see the light blinds my sight,

guess the meaning of life,

is tend to be told as life goes on.