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| this alpha omega (c) 2004 By: Lawrence McClintock this alpha omega what's the difference? when it never seems to end Wonder if it all means something? Maybe it could just be a sadness until the end? Yesterday I sed sorry but what's forgiveness in this world? i held you in a letter, i put it in your locker, should of left you in my head But what's love without you? but a marrigoround with out motion and sound you came over and turn my world upside down you told your mom you will be back at 8 We stayed out till ten why dose this have to end? there is something silly in the smell of your smile the way you feal is like ribbons tied to my mind the next time that i hear you i will have bleed one more time What's me without you? but a long long time the next time the sun sets will you love me to please hold me first inside And what about the laughter and sadness? could it just be me or are we teetering madness could it be my imagination or is this falling down i cant help but notice the slight of your frown put that smile back together how long did you think this would last nothing lasts forever not even the oxygen in your mask so just remember yesterday and today its the best time will ever have Untitled (c) 2004 By: Lawrence McClintock why am i wrapped up in condescending you tied me up in your penitence with lack of what's between us forget the good times its all in your mind what about the toilet paper did you think nothing would happen what i do to let you judge me and who came to take me from all these oppositions its first to blasphamy and next to treason and whats left of my mind you have twisted on to many times what did you do to me its not easy to forget you and all the things we did then but whats the difference did you think nothing would happen what i do to let you judge me and who came to take me from all these oppositions its first to blasphamy and next to treason and whats left of my mind you have twisted on to many times (c) 2004 By: Lawrence McClintock it obvious helping the blind hear instead of to see running with scissors instead of walking when was this a perfected mission who slept in on Sunday until one i look to you for answers sloppy rederik and judgment in return oppositions in great supply filled with jingles of why ask why just call me crazy i might just maybe call me lazy i just might relax ... just maybe after the defenses grows back ill be ready for your attack just these tiny thorns between us these self help crowns adorn us prickle after poke every touch becomes a joke scabs and scars riddle my fingers lust mixed with hate and doppelgangers when did you pick me dont touch me it hurts to see please let go IM out of chlorophyll instead ill try drown the memories in something a little less smelly filled with jingles of why ask why oppositions in great supply sloppy rederik and judgment in return i look to you for answers who slept in on Sunday till one when was this a perfected mission running with scissors instead of walking helping the blind to hear instead of to see (c) 2004 By: Lawrence McClintock why cant we reassemble or rearrange post the past as the final game As the one we all lost........ some.....how..... how did we all fall down the score board reads so many but the number is zero and flashes on as desolate could get to a penny not even one stands now is walking as easy as crawling on the floor so many standing stumble on all fours We all fall.......... down not even the trees stands so long every one is the same there is no difference no how, its who's gone just remember the pain i know you know how how can you say you don't love the same while something struggles to work it self out standing crawling just the same looking back and forward again little trickles from a corner of my mind candles tell me story's till the end of time just kindled wishes trying to hold on nothing isn't even forever time moves on can you be the same after you fall luck becomes a name and answers your call regrets and castaways seem to linger around its the different ways that bring us all down its all the same no difference no how its who's gone that matters just remember the love i know you know how how can you say you don't love the same when something struggles to work it self out |
(c)2004 Lawrence McClintock remember to breath faith Faith don't go...... come back We are to late! What about .......? if it was for me to loss well i lost but haven't forgot you if i was to learn well i have and taught to could this be me faith holding you now as you slip away or is this something i once had yesterday how come i feal like IM the one who died why couldn't you wait for me inside i cant live this understanding some one give me back my wife faith i whisper this to you now come back down because where you are is to far from the ground i see what you do in those clouds IM just as mad you are not around Like a Feather (c)2004 Lawrence McClintock just like a feather its useless alone who floats on and on out of ...control gusts of wind rise from the valley try to blow me down cant seem to fall this never ending change i float on these ... clouds of repression today you cant see or touch me.... again if i didn't tell you ....how you wouldn't know where to find me this everlasting passion and pain ...of somehow's givin , taken just a feather from someone's wing its all different ...now happiness floats above the green waves while hate comes poring ....down did you notice my smile when you began to ...frown its just like a feather its useless alone who floats on and on out of control who knew it could be this way they say its just a little change but something so big it cant be explained anyway while the youth sits and try's to Sebastian this everlasting passion and ... pain ...oh who knew givin,takin IM just a feather from someone's wing and its never going to change yet its all different ...now happiness floats above these waves while loneliness comes poring ...down did you notice my tears when you began to...listen now its like when you try to push me down and i just float around these clouds its like when ...oh its like now all can be change who or what stays the same yet i see you now a little out of focus eyes weak and old i still see you now just like a feather its useless alone who floats on and on out of control ... some how Filters (c)2004 Lawrence McClintock ignored breath releases away the taste of copper on your skin the smell of dances of yesterday there all grabbing for the world just for fun so many hands pulling at nothing here the angels sing .... and no one listens and the right might come tomorrow who is on borrowed time = justice with a gentile hand break all the walls grain by grain so nothings left to separate us who built this tower of pain where is this going echo's in the mountains as the tears come poring down down down down how closer are we in 2000 years of trust misconceptions become a dream reality becomes where you put your faith the things you love, understand and hate passing ticking becomes normal just because we are all to late satisfaction yesterday is calling collect it wants to know where the past went it all just the same something remains a page is rewritten and a memory fades away spaces jars closets what do we pack today read backwards -(not word for word just the sentence structure) |
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