Lifestyle
No news is good news coming,So I live behind the blinds,
Maybe I won't blow this,
Like I do every single time.
I try so hard to live right,
But living right is hard,
So I play this life I live,
As the dealer deals the cards.
So come here my brother,
Won't you walk this road with me,
Take my hand through the sand,
And take me to the sea.
I'm gonna try my hardest,
To make it to the end,
It sure wouldn't hurt me,
To have myself some friends.
I'm high on information,
It comes from all around,
But this feeling just won't last,
In fact I'm coming down.
I'm a thousand kinds of crazy,
But I try to keep it sane,
So I take this rig and start to dig,
As I try to ease the pain.
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2008-02-21 at 18:41
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