I Sain'T a Sinner, I Only Play One On With These Words
it's days like this that faking getting enjoyment out of life is especially difficult
the smiles are just cheap parlor tricks i used to keep you off balance
and unaware of the battle going behind these worn out eyes
not so much between good and evil
more like living and dying (in vanity)
somtimes these truths aren't held up by any self evident ideals
i want to hide in a darkened corner of my mind and wait this out
the majority of the time i'm hiding part of my personality, why not add more to the list of "do not enter"
these moods are starting to become inspiration in my own words
i'm out of understanding and fed up with being MISunderstood
don't misTAKE these words, because they're not as fake as the sound of laughter
autumn leaves and winter solstace mood swings
i'm addicted to sunlight and fireflies
notice to you: i'm moving to never never land
never growing up has never seemed like such a good idea
running away in nursery rhymes and stories of heros vanquishing villians
learning to write myself out of context and out of my head
to keep from fighting captin hook to the bitter end
Copyright © Andrew Morris | Year Posted 2007
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