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Unfired Clay Figurine
Contributed by
the_unknown
on
Monday, 26th July 2010 @ 03:09:05 AM in AEST
Topic:
toughstuff
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They told me it was stupid They said I wouldn't be the same They showed me what would happen And I denied it, all the same
I forgot the lessons they taught me It felt less important, then Now I'm stuck re-teaching myself
I'm craving the sober life But I'm young and foolish Just getting caught up in the moment, right?
I'm peeling back my skin, afraid of looking in
My memory just blends together now, like I can't remember whether it was yesterday or tomorrow But tomorrow never comes
Mould me, create me Why would I care? My mind is here for the taking Shape it how you like There's nothing I can do Today
I'll swallow my words and one by one inside my head, we'll rehearse a scene Then I'll think it's best just to have thought, so there's no use of me spilling my guts You'd just have a mess on the floor
I won't let you see the colors and I know You won't guess the words Today And I'll think to myself...
Tomorrow's the day I'll start over Tomorrow's the day I'll grow up Tomorrow's the day I'll make things right Tomorrow is the day I will be me Tomorrow's the day I'll be sober forever Tomorrow's the day I'll stand and fight Tomorrow's the day I will mould my own mind Tomorrow's the day...
But tomorrow never comes
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2010-07-26 03:09:05] (Date/Time posted on
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