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Friday, August 1, 2008


lyrics, yo.
I never could roll with the punches.
So I might as well swing with my moods.
The boys eyes were always as dead as the anti-moon
But I never could resist their gravitational pull.
I learned from the best how to be casually obsessed.
He taught me this routine, so here's my recital

Well, us tragic poets were never meant to be stoics.
You can't utilize your blood, sweat, and tears if you don't know how to cry.
The only thing worse than the sighing is the silence.

Stuck in a psychological playground again
My mind is having mood-swings,
My emotions are sea-sawing.
I just can't seem to get my heart to sit still.
So prescribe me some Ritalin and try to hold me down.
Because God knows this is the closest you'll
ever get to holding me back.

The boys eyes were as brown and green as this Summer scene.
He never really did anything for me,
But he had his uses.
He was one of my most inspiring miser muses.

Oh, us tragic poets were never meant to be stoics.
How could I have utilized my blood, sweat, and tears if I never learned how to cry?
Really, I can take being denied 1000 times.
It's having to stare at these blank pages for more than a minute that kills me inside.

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