PuppetStop pulling at my strings I’m not dancing Who are you to say That I have to obeyPuppet
You think you’re a marionette
You think you have control One day the stings are going to break We all know you’re just a fake
Recite your pledge I’ll say what I want You can’t keep me in line This life is mine
Whatever Happened to TodayI’m sick of being shoved through each day Before I can hear the chorus Don’t I have a say? Tomarrow seems just so far awayWhatever Happened to Today
I’m sick of living for whats to come Will I ever reach the outro Always wondering what I’ll become Lifes not supposed to be lived numb
I’m sick of reminising
The intro seems so far away The memories are missing And you’re all just so dismissing
Finding ParadiseThey all wait At the Locked Golden Gates With the gleaming handles The promising emborderies For someone to let them throughFinding Paradise
She goes through
The Open Splitered Door With the rusted knob
The broken hinges To find the key
In Her Honor: Chapter 1- Gone I staggered down the isle with my stuffed carry on in one hand, a messenger bag over my shoulder, and a –thankfully- sleeping, six-month year old. The expressions of the people watching my oh-so-graceful performance varied. A man on his laptop shot me a glance over his reading glasses, and then went back to his work shaking his head. Another on-looker, a withering old lady –one of those that you could imagine walking out of a cottage with a tray of fresh cookies to greet her grandchildren- glanced at me, took out a rosary and said a few Hail Mary’s. &nbsIn Her Honor: Chapter 1- Gone
back on DA
Irritated
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"There comes a man in every time's life..."
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