When did it all change,
And my heart faded away?
It’s kind of funny when you think,
But thinking too much brings you past the point.
Why didn’t I fight again?
I could have won in the end,
I always knew that.
Along the tracks I stopped caring,
Now we’re gone,
But the world is still spinning.
Maybe you’ll be spitting on my picture,
Or screwing,
It’s just the same.
I’m not worried anymore.
Words fail emotions,
But in my hands they’re tools.
Who’d have thought a sentence could kill?
I could be a killer,
But crimes of passion aren’t much fun.
It’s so cleashe’ for an L.A. homicide anyway.
Give a final wave,
As that last human emotion goes:
Away.
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One thing is for sure, you'll never make it out of life alive.
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I may have told a lie;
but never lived a lie;
and never took a life...
I could have saved.
I may actually write a poem about you... I have an idea about what I'd write about. But if I do that, you should give Serge a nice drawing out!
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I may have told a lie;
but never lived a lie;
and never took a life...
I could have saved.
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I may have told a lie;
but never lived a lie;
and never took a life...
I could have saved.
As that last human emotion goes:
Away.
If only reagular emotions would do that
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Shh. I'm having a rhetorical conversation.
It's not how many breaths you take in a moment, it's how many moments take your breath away.
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I may have told a lie;
but never lived a lie;
and never took a life...
I could have saved.
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