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Line after line
It keeps me amused
It passes the time
Because I'm jus**t waiting
For a reply to my voice
Which I've been promised
Is a certain choice
That they have made
To talk right back
Sit me down
And cut my slack
But until that day
Until that time
I think I'll write
Another rhyme
Was**ting away
The seconds again
Ins**tead of jus**t
Wondering when
Animation keeps me
Happy at day
Work for me
Keeps boredom s**tray
Because I enjoy it
It makes me smile
To watch my character
Walk a mile
Pas**t the woods
Along the sea
Where perhaps
I could be
If I jus**t grin
And work myself
To the floor
And off the shelf
I'm so happy
When I can make
A horse eat
A fairy cake
I'm so happy
When I hear
The songs written
About the fear
That I once felt
When I was weak
When I refused
To take a leak
Of all my worries
About myself
No longer care
About your health
Because sure we're s**trong
We can cope with s**train
We can cope with loss
And we can cope with gain
We used to curl
Into a ball
And wait for others
To break down our wall?
Waiting for others
To please us firs**t
When we go
Through our wors**t
F**k your life
F**k your s**train
F**k your pas**t
And petty pain
For you have made
A poxy dive
Can't you realise
You're s**till alive?
You've lived this far
And now you give in?
How can you say
You've fed up with living?
Cus hell, I'm perfect
I've walked the same line,
Your pas**t is sh*t?
Lovely, so's mine,
But of course
Yours is deep
You tell yourself
As you try to sleep
And hope maybe
Someone will come
Put their arms around you
Like mother and son
Not being nice
To be told who you are?
Back go the defences
Back in the car
Drive off alone
Mutter obscene
Stupid kids
Don't know where I've been
Because you won't even tell us
You s**tupid old fool
My pas**t makes me me
My mum thinks I'm cool
Sometimes we can't
Really see on our own
Till we jus**t sit down
And talk on the phone
Tomorrow is a new day
No the pain won't go away
Because now my friend is the time to see
You are not the person you were meant to be
So give me a kiss you child,
With the bleeding bruised knee,
It'll heal when you let it,
Jus**t wait and see
Anyway, that's enough for one day, and I do mean well, honest. :0)
I'm sure you mean well. But I'm quite happy avoiding any more wallowing in self-pity, and the less I think about the past, the more time I have to think about the future.
Because if you forget it, you don't learn from it. If you forget it, you'll never be able to cope with it. And trust me, you won't forget it, so face it.
Otherwise, what happens? You'll drink to forget it. You'll f*f**k to forget it. You'll sing to forget it and you'll dance to forget it. Instead of for fun. Fun isn't escape, it's something to do to pass the time. Something to remember. Everything is.
And hey, I'm not having a go at you, this is just what I think. If it helps you in anyway, that'll be cool. I just don't like seeing people stuf**k in the past, because people who learn from them will have fantastic futures.
The only reason I didn't see this coming, is I was too busy thinking about a past I'd hoped to forget.
"WHY SHOULD i"
Shorry kied, youff missed da point.
This should be called Picking the Scab. Yes. :0D