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Hereditary Angst

It is me, or is it you? You're the adult, I guess you choose. You blame me? That's no surprise. I should open up my eyes, shouldn't I? When I look, the world I see; It's different than it used to be. Learning old and loving new, I think some explanation's due. You stay firm in your old ways, Ode to time when time obeys. Into new worlds, I stretch my hand; The truth is you don't understand. At least it seems you don't, because You're barely more than Grandma was. Did you ever disobey? You never have, is what you say. No one likes a liar, now-- Ashes, ashes, we all fall down. Will we get farther than before? Are old mistakes to be restored? The vicious cycle: does it end? Is this all simply pretend? Things from now are nothing later; To our wants we're doomed to cater. Let's cover up the so-called sin, Then everyone is sure to win. The baddest things will keep emerging, Won't die out; the battle's surging.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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Date: 7/17/2008 12:32:00 PM
hey i like this one. it's really good. i miss you and i love you! ;) <3 olivia
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