-Steady thoughts-
I remember all those nights we all just sat around & got so plastered we hardly could stand.
All the nights my hands hit the sand.
Late at night when we all just didn’t give a damn.
Us taking a spin…
50 on a 35, the breeze blowing my hair against my face,
Oh my what a grace,
What’s it going to take?
To once more, take that gentle drive toward the lake
Why do I constantly ask when I already now, I was just a fake…
Nothing more
The nights galore
The group, the drinks
Were all but a mere illusion
My only solution…
To conceal my self, from who I hated to be
Which was the real me
Things that I wish were truly there…
Were all so bare
But were only in my mind
This time…
Now days,
These eyes of mine always shine
These eyes of mine…
These eyes of mine are fine…
2007-03-02
10:51:47
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