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its not easy being me.,.but its probably harder being you
how bad can yu bend a lie before it becomes true
in a spasm of serenity after tyin' up a shoe
i tried to jog my memory; but walking's what it do
and terrible was the day that cast us all away
yet i do the best i know.,.& i mean to keep doing so
cuz nothing we would find on top could end up down below til'
/until now i never thought they'd hear me
until now it seemed like just a theory
until now the rainbows could be found
until now the stars stayed off the ground
/so give me the grace to do without further down the salty streets
Lord only knows what would come about
when pieces of poetry patch up the peace
then i will play catch & release
but we'll need more than that to match up the beast
if I'm gonna make it home
when you and her assumed we were at once the trumpet blown
so how can i pretend that we will ever get it done?
and why everything that's meant to end could never have begun'til now
