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Story behind the song
Its actually just a compilation of poems that I've done over a few months through a little 'era' I've had
Lyrics
Looking at your pictures make me suspicious of the malicious
Twists you precripted as you vindicted the vision I kept in this prison
I'm itchin and wishin to be one with your mission
To be loved and not missin your hugs and your kisses
My wrist is covered in blood from the vicious
Addition of blade to my skin , it's still dripping crimson
So we all write for different reasons , different moods , a different muse
For me , its just all different you know,
My writing is simply a reflection of my life on just another page .. another day
How many miseries do you beleive you've rested on me ,
If you had left it to me ,
I would be in the ground already ... restin' in peace ,
But you molestedly plead,
That you never ever wish but the best things for me ,
Third time now , you're still messin with me ,
You claim to actually have ,
Invested with me ,
A friendship that to this day ,
I never could see ,
Because your devilish greed ,
Overpowered my attempts to form a heavenly glee,
Now I regretfully breathe , as I walk to ure grave ,
With my hands in my face ,
And look back on our days ,
With bitter-sweet taste, that plays on my lips ,
Hallucinating while I sit beside you,
Damn i need to get a grip ..
My mental state begins to slip ....
This whole thing has just been all of a trip
Now she's just ... there you know , just there
And I mean that's not the whole thing , there's just soo much more
It's just ... how do I say it ...
I live in a world void of compassion and light,
I sucumb to the darkness , a life without sight,
From years of harsh enviroments breathing is tight,
Open chested , spirit stolen , I run to the night,
My spiritual might, is founded on a history riddled with pages and pages of hatred and spite,
I surrendered my life to a prophet who's quite, blessed,
For he's blessed me with a lyrical bite
With hopes that I might evolve to become ,
More than a lyrical cynical gun
Now evening has come and I sit back , head on my lap
And wait for the one
I can't complain , it's hard , very hard but ,
I mean there have been the up's and downs of it all
And who's story doesn't have those right ...
It's just all the last page of eternity to me ..
Thru my times of trials , it was you I would visit,
Your presence was calming , your beauty esquisite,
You brought life to me again , when I was alone and pathetic,
While mantaining a beauty , far more than asthetic,
Even when insulted you stood next to me,
You were my life support - of exstacy,
I appreciate the time that you'd invest in me ,
You helped mature an adolesant aggresive me,
I've learned life's lessons thru your tests for me,
I accept the fact that another has bested me,
You were the secret ingrediant in life's reciepe,
A mixture of pure stress and descrepancies,
I know that I remain blessed indeed, to ever have you as a friend,
But I choose to refuse to conclude this as the end,
Which is why I spill my soul thru the tip of a pen,
Life is full of mistakes, but let's try this again...
So I suppose that concludes it all
It's time to close the book once again and let the memories rest in peace
Until the mic is once more in front of me
And I'm willing to spill it all
And put it on the line for you ,
Thank you.
