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Well, it rhymes sorta :P
Close your eyes
Think of one thing, and only one thing
No 'Goodbyes.'
See everything, do everything
Only you can let yourself let go
Clear your mind
Don't pretend to know what you don't know
Look to find
Searching deep
Try to find what will make you, you
Slowly sleep
Because that's when the truth becomes true
Forget everything that you've been told
Think for thoughts
Allowing your mind to shape, to mould
Don't be bought
[S]Ok, that's it... My next poem WILL make sense. this time I was just bored
Close your eyes
Think of one thing, and only one thing
No 'Goodbyes.'
See everything, do everything
Only you can let yourself let go
Clear your mind
Don't pretend to know what you don't know
Look to find
Searching deep
Try to find what will make you, you
Slowly sleep
Because that's when the truth becomes true
Forget everything that you've been told
Think for thoughts
Allowing your mind to shape, to mould
Don't be bought
[S]Ok, that's it... My next poem WILL make sense. this time I was just bored
Well, it rhymes sorta :P
Close your eyes
Think of one thing, and only one thing
No 'Goodbyes.'
See everything, do everything
Only you can let yourself let go
Clear your mind
Don't pretend to know what you don't know
Look to find
Searching deep
Try to find what will make you, you
Slowly sleep
Because that's when the truth becomes true
Forget everything that you've been told
Think for thoughts
Allowing your mind to shape, to mould
Don't be bought
[S]Ok, that's it... My next poem WILL make sense. this time I was just bored
Close your eyes
Think of one thing, and only one thing
No 'Goodbyes.'
See everything, do everything
Only you can let yourself let go
Clear your mind
Don't pretend to know what you don't know
Look to find
Searching deep
Try to find what will make you, you
Slowly sleep
Because that's when the truth becomes true
Forget everything that you've been told
Think for thoughts
Allowing your mind to shape, to mould
Don't be bought
[S]Ok, that's it... My next poem WILL make sense. this time I was just bored
That sounds unfinished, huh?