Nothing ever changes
in the house of broken dreams.
The door's been black
for a long time now,
And it's all
as it seems.
Twenty-one years,
not counting it,
all odds against,
I don't know why.
Unearthly
Earthbound
Existance,
filled with
Nothing,
no work,
no play,
just idle days.
Make a plan,
Make a plan,
Maybe we'll suceed,
Or fail
Fail
Fail
Fail,
my tails spinning
the same circle
As so long
Ago.
Let it show,
Let it Show,
and then
they go,
till there is
no one left
to share with
this broken
Dream,
And no money
Never any
And if you'd
Work hard
to get some
than it wouldn't be
as it seemed.
But all is crumbling
around me
Except the
Insurmountable
Surmountable
Burdens
that blind the eyes
of those who believe
that just because
they were
Maligned
they don't
deserve
to live.
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