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Twisted Head

im running running fast still beaten ive landed on my twisted haed
i should be stable i should be able to stand on my sturdy feet
tyring to move forward or even a step closer
i seem to be goin backwards
the rewind button is stuck leaving me in a rut
further back i go not wanting to be left behind
please shut it off rewind
i wish i were blind
it seems like the higher i bounce the further back i go
maybe next time ill bounce outta space withouit a trace
never wanting to return they say it only counts if you give it all
so then why does it hurt so bad when i fall
i push myself to the limits to not be left behind
that is all i seem to find
they say i cant they say to dont i give them a smile and say i wont
i am powerful i am strong even iof i know im completly wrong
locked inside my mind i seem to find i truly wont be left behind
i try to make the bst of the moment for soon that moment will be gone
its in the past i push rewind in my mind to find it once again
never letting it go
following me until the end tonight im tired tomorrow a new day
i will be first not last not left behiind
i got a better plan this time
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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