Too preoccupied
To see the lies through the costumes
The dream turned hostile
Getting lost in the volume
Too much pride inside
To sit quiet and swallow
Reality can darken
Even get to feeling hollow
Broad alibi
Patience turned into frustration
Frustration switched to hatred
Holding onto its foundations
The results are commonplace
An internal state of slumber
That can cause a mind to wait
For the sunshine of the summer
But what happens when the leaves leave
Growing back indeed with accelerated speed
And a want becomes need, and a soul must be freed?
While the hopes of tomorrow lie awake in the weeds
I'm not saying much you dont already sense
I saw a pretty girl blush through a hole in the fence
And the city is tough without rhyme or a reason
And the winter is cold in the heart of the season
We awaken alone, with a space to be pieced in
Yet I feel thats enough to supply for this evening.
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