Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Thoughtless Ponderings
I am only used to whatever has been handed to me.
You gave me your love,
And the music box that is my heart
Has stored it forever.
But you think love can be given and taken,
And I forgive you for thinking such things.
I've always only wanted your approval
Of my idiotic lifestyle,
My insomniac ways.
My thoughtless ponderings.
My sadness declared on the world.
Who would save me from myself,
When the things I see are things
That most people cannot see?
Who would venture a guess about who I am and
What I will become?
I was less lonely when you were here,
And when you left,
I often wished I could leave existence,
For that is how useless I felt.
November 1, 2004
Suge
You gave me your love,
And the music box that is my heart
Has stored it forever.
But you think love can be given and taken,
And I forgive you for thinking such things.
I've always only wanted your approval
Of my idiotic lifestyle,
My insomniac ways.
My thoughtless ponderings.
My sadness declared on the world.
Who would save me from myself,
When the things I see are things
That most people cannot see?
Who would venture a guess about who I am and
What I will become?
I was less lonely when you were here,
And when you left,
I often wished I could leave existence,
For that is how useless I felt.
November 1, 2004
Suge
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Thoughtless Ponderings
Thoughtless Ponderings
