Meditation: Emergency

Location

93543
United States
34° 29' 47.4396" N, 117° 57' 36.1692" W

The only other place I can never return to hide to
Is in your arms, So long
I’m, I’m going away to...
Meet me anywhere else, don’t cry
Gone, left forgotten
Is this what you wanted

Turn around, look back
You got style kid
But you ain’t hip, Yet
So long now, where are you going
I don’t know, Where are you trying to stay cool kid
Feels that we’ve been gone long
when you’re in your own head
Tell the kids to go to hell

Learn to be happy
The only thing left to see
The one, a forgotten army
Behind you door is a tree
A truth it awaits your eyes
Patiently telling lies
The patients in your bed
The sickness is in your head
I’m going to school now dead

So, you think you got style kid
I think I ill let you know
I think ill let you go
I think I’m getting fired
Theres something turning over in your brain today
But you’re not to sure who you are anyway
Your head is gone
The day is gone
Your lady’s gone
Your heads gone
Everything in your mind never lasted through the decades of time
You’re still seventeen
Grow up kid theres nothing you could do
I don’t know you anyway
Be happy look around
Nothing left to bounce kid

Turn and run
You’re only getting younger by the day
Turn your sickness away
Turn your smile upside down
Turn your smiles inside out
Your flipping their faces now
No one replaces you
Without getting a fist in the face

So what you've become a little bit of a bully
Weren’t you bullied to once kid
Listen and wait the only voice in your head is telling you to go away
None of your friends ever stayed
None of your friends ever stayed

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