I can hear what she said, as clear as a bell:
All you have in this world is what you can sell.
What price could I ask for my daily hell?
Nobody sees, no one can tell.
I stare at my feet and I'm hiding my face,
I'm losing my mind and I've fallen from grace.
I never was meant to belong in this place,
I still have a surplus of personal space.
If I were to dance, or to stand on my head,
Would they finally notice, or walk by instead?
Then I'd just walk away, though my feet feel like lead,
When they finally see, I'll already be dead.














Comments
i can see u ezzo
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Dylan
thank you bub. i can see you too. get my note?
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~You are your best thing
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Life is extrodinary in the mind...
Everywhere else you have to settle.
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Dylan
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~You are your best thing
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the road does not ask much, except that you pay it a visit now and then.
and thanks
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~You are your best thing
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the road does not ask much, except that you pay it a visit now and then.
really nice, i love it.
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"On a long enough time line, the survival rate of everyone drops to zero."
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