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[aid] => mick
[title] => Tumbler Toy
[time] => 2010-03-30 03:25:42
[hometext] => He's the same tumbler toy living in the beautiful messed up world.
[bodytext] => He's got the fading flame inside his eyes, Also the weariness from the very long trip, He's ready to take a ride on the wild side For he ain't old yet, but it seems he's lost his grip. But anyway he's still alive and he's got LA in his sunglasses, Now that he drives down the street of the sleepy lanterns. He finds out it's not too late to take in what life can offer, Cause it's not over until he says it's over. He saw the life as something imperfect Both in pink and in black and white colors, It was bad but also it was pretty good, Even-though there was the time as he could Put this life to the bottom of every bottle, Or end his life up by the suicide, But he's the same tumbler toy Living in the beautiful messed up world. Yes, it's heavy to forget the things she said, Claiming that she was needing the freedom, a space, But she forgot to mention there was no place for him, As if she didn't give a damn about his feelings It hurts so badly, but still he keeps marching on, Cause with her out his life he will be better off. The life trifles make his soul feel exhausted, But he's the same tumbler toy no matter what… He saw the life as something imperfect Both in pink and in black and white colors, It was bad but also it was pretty good, Even-though there was the time he could Put this life to the bottom of every bottle, Or end his life up by the suicide, But he's the same tumbler toy Living in the beautiful messed up world. And now he's on his way to home, Got his eyes on the road, With the “Scorpions” on play, He knows everything will be okay. He saw the life as something imperfect Both in pink and in black and white colors, It was bad but also it was pretty good, Even-though there was the time he could Put this life to the bottom of every bottle, Or end his life up by the suicide, But he's the same tumbler toy Living in the beautiful messed up world. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 215 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Alexa_Bachtel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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