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Another Night


life is unjust, too little, too much.

a kick and a punch, hard not to touch.

my vision's bent, upside down, and turned over

i've watched the world spin while i was left sober

 

people think they're kind, with wide eyes, so clever

so easily we can begin to watch connections tether

clanking of glasses, a warm touch to the shoulder

i've watched the smiles stream across my border

 

eyes rock back and forth underneath lids

i go to a place where we were all once kids

i was so small, the world was so big

never had deep thoughts of what couldn't and what is

 

life is a drink, i float then i sink

get to my brink, just stay calm and don't think

the world's too saturated, i try and look up to the stars

my life spins. it's all just lights and fast cars.

 

yes i've been hurt, scream when things never work

i hate the people that flirt, just shove you in the dirt

got to my end and watched hope turn to shreds

felt love die while only pessimism spreads

 

eyes rock back and forth underneath lids

i go to a place where we were all once kids

i was so small, the world was so big

never had deep thoughts of what couldn't and what is

 

life is on stilts, while your mind just tilts

be controlled by the guilts, or else he just jilts

he was so smart, only cared about his gain

my heart spins.  we will never be the same

 

i believed him, that was my first mistake

nothing i gave that he wouldn't carelessly take

another night by myself, knowing how it all ends

while the 'truth' he built is all he defends

 

i hate being right, i wish i was wrong

i lock my door and put it in a song

i was so stupid, i cared too much

selfish and deceitful, a kick and a punch.

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