Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
More of a reason to keep on living (fluffy clouds)
In my dreams, there are fluffy, happy clouds,
And they are happy
And I am not.
How can this be that even the objects
In my dreams
Are happier than I could ever be?
They smile at me, clouds, as the wind blows them away,
And I wish I could blow myself away,
With a gun but I immediately erase
Those thoughts from my mind,
For thinking that way is negative
And I yearn to be positive.
I was born of negativity.
I probably wasn't meant to be here,
More of a reason to keep on living.
May 3, 2004
Suge
And they are happy
And I am not.
How can this be that even the objects
In my dreams
Are happier than I could ever be?
They smile at me, clouds, as the wind blows them away,
And I wish I could blow myself away,
With a gun but I immediately erase
Those thoughts from my mind,
For thinking that way is negative
And I yearn to be positive.
I was born of negativity.
I probably wasn't meant to be here,
More of a reason to keep on living.
May 3, 2004
Suge
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More of a reason to keep on living (fluffy clouds)
More of a reason to keep on living (fluffy clouds)
