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07-25-04, 06:38 PM
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"Tales Of The Broken"
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[[Hook]]
My ail-ments hail apon my mental wounds emotions Hoping one day I wont cope with pains, but control them The physical grief nothing to these feelings flowing like oceans Never am I even pleased by my days motion Cuz in any light the dark still glazes over this tale of the broken [[Verse One]] I lay there and pray my health fairs wont leave me with pay-ments, more of health aids care Everday I sustain fair times, lieing there with my tupea of make-shift kinds of fake hairs People stair as they see these bold kids lieing there in critical as I tear the cross off my easle See you'll hear my wishes but fear my disease woll leave you stricken, needing the same kind of kemo Wake up but should just take up a look at how I could just simply unhook eight plugs And take a look into the great above instead of just putting up, I've took pain enough Hospital beds should not be prac-tical to a kid, god why is this a possible blend It's impossible to mend all the pain I've obtained threw so few years of optical ends Cold sheets benieth my cold feet, I'm so old in mind cuz I have but a few short weaks Bold speach spoke with such ease because all these words meat new loves to absorb all means [[Chorus]] MY GOD!!! I've got so much bull shit on plate My every state broken and I'm struggling to steady this weight HELP ME!!! My shoulders are giving out Doubt around every days corner, every day hassels, just want to punch out Goodbye... I'm tired of wishing for more threw each door So many let downs, turning the nobs left me worn And my life on display with the box top open Please someone listen to me, cuz there's not much time left in the tales of the broken [[Verse Two]] Bedtime, shit my bed cries even when I'm put back with back down as if knowing it's the end line Lend my eyes to cetch signs of life across the room, cuz I assume I may never agian find them flyn' by Think and wonder, all I can drink is water cuz my system can't filter any thing other Many kids n' new comers in and out lendeeng there support to this sick strick wonder Amazed I'm alive cuz so many days I thought I'd died, but really not alive when ina bed for days ata time Phased by the time, your only as strong as the kind of brawn that is placed in your mind Seaching for comfort beyond the white polyuathin covers and the morning covers Learning I'm unfortch-unately forced to support these doctors with bills, steady serving these papers I've got no future except for the docs main user of beds and legal narcot-it usage I pop these tranques and eat my meals,"Sir I feel good, PLEASE can I get off this doomed bed [[Chorus]] MY GOD!!! I've got so much bull shit on plate My every state broken and I'm struggling to steady this weight HELP ME!!! My shoulders are giving out Doubt around every days corner, every day hassels, just want to punch out Goodbye... I'm tired of wishing for more threw each door So many let downs, turning the nobs left me worn And my life on display with the box top open Please someone listen to me, cuz there's not much time left in the tales of the broken [[Verse Three]] My last breath reminds of what was diskised against my backside As I grasp for one last time this blood lined n' tatter cap as I flatlined Suddenly sharp arcs of enough of these lights lead me right under these arms He covers me, starts to mudder these parts of both biblical n' other pieced arts Head Down, Glance back to see my grand dads hands rapped around me, lips silanced n' chapped Man and, hat off, streems of tears land trapt while I pass on these vibrant pasts My face pale with great tales of mischief draped down my aches whiell (while) Plates trale across the slate rooms were'll broom blood from this one mistakes fail Look down, and burried in a book now is my father with his head krooked down I shook, frownd and carried my foot down but couldnt, like lead to heavy to push now [[Chorus]] MY GOD!!! I've got so much bull shit on plate My every state broken and I'm struggling to steady this weight HELP ME!!! My shoulders are giving out Doubt around every days corner, every day hassels, just want to punch out Goodbye... I'm tired of wishing for more threw each door So many let downs, turning the nobs left me worn And my life on display with the box top open Please someone listen to me, cuz there's not much time left in the tales of the broken [[Verse Four]] Began to weap staring at this cheap fuck knee deep in green but can't aford to save me! And threw these blurred images I seamd to gained a brand new intelligance Better comprehention, could read the ovious signs they're sendin threw facial expressions I was severed, gone from tension, my last straw broken long before I saw these, or even was mentioned Take one more hard pace tward God's son and my place of love face of mom dug in my chest plate as with every step i'm erased n' gone It's clear they gave me a chance to live praised but I steered away shit, I missed the nearest stay Tears spray off her face as my years fray, mother asking why as I wisper, "dont fear, pray" [[Goodnight]] Eyes confide in watery binds Gazed Blind to ev-ery sign Pray for the next day but I'll never reach mine Last edited by Åttîcûs : 07-29-04 at 12:37 PM. |
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