originalzombee

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Meaning is sometimes hard to spot
It begins with the flickering of cigarettes
In the darkness of a dorm room
Ssomewhere in the suffocated mid-west
But if this is real then I was mistaken
And if there is truth then why can't we find it?
But beauty comes to those who have been waiting
For something that is bigger than themselves



And me I'm in my bedroom
Drawing in my notebook
Cause my hand thinks I'm an artist
But my heart knows I'm a poet
It's just words, they mean...
So little to me...
I can't seem to deal with something more
When everyone will fall back
Daddy's in the backyard
his hands are getting dirty
And mom is in the kitchen
And her cake says that I'm thirteen
Another year
My brother went to college
To become a doctor
And if he studies hard enough
he'll end up just like father
Who hates his life
And me, I'm in the bathroom
crying out my eyelids
Cause it's hard to be a man
when you're scared just like a little kid
The world's become...
A little too mean..
And I can't see the point of patient love
When everyone just wants to get fucked