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Made To Be
Here I am
Never wasted a day of my life
I think I've made out alright
But they make me out to be something I am not
Standing I fall, Sitting I break
Laying I stall, Praying I take
Now and again and sometimes still
I find a part of my own will
Leading me back to the same places
Clocks and numbers, dates and faces
Leap froggers don't catch up, to the person in sight
Raging bulls will die in their very own fight
I will run myself through my own trusted sword
justice will return to me on my own accord
My pills I'd ask for Rose to deliver
Acetylcholine my friends, is killing my liver
I can't even smile at an old friend
Can't walk the mile all the way through the end
Can't teach the wrestlers moves that I leanred
Good side in me that never had turned
Promices kept Promices lost
Friendships weakened Friendships tossed
Following footsteps cemented in glue
then realizing the footsteps are too big for my shoe
Believeing I'm walking in my own wet cement
Slips off to reveal mud covered pavement
I can't lay tracks
I can't leave a mark
Its too misty tonight
out here alone in the dark
Nothing stays sober
People or things
often kept guessing with surefire stings
They didn't lock me up
They just locked me out
They opened my ego
and left without doubt
Too small to comsume
To small to enjoy
company
company
girl and boy
I 'll find a place to rest my head
warmed by fire and a bed
taken in without a clue
when I was locked and busted too
gave me drink, gave me reason
gave me a holiday
from this slip-shod season
Made to be,
Been Designed
Lost the things I once did find
Put away on this day
one more for the great devine
last call for dear old paul
lets hope he finds his spine
