Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Broken Sleep Patterns
I spent the day
In broken sleep patterns.
My body is sore
From lack of comfort.
I had to sleep off your anger,
Or forever would I be plagued.
I hate that I want
To be with you as
You're walking out the door.
What's the point?
It's only my pain.
And I keep it locked up
In such a pretty box.
There is no perfect around here,
There is only messed up delusions.
And I created most of it.
Damn it.
November 29, 2004
Suge
In broken sleep patterns.
My body is sore
From lack of comfort.
I had to sleep off your anger,
Or forever would I be plagued.
I hate that I want
To be with you as
You're walking out the door.
What's the point?
It's only my pain.
And I keep it locked up
In such a pretty box.
There is no perfect around here,
There is only messed up delusions.
And I created most of it.
Damn it.
November 29, 2004
Suge
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Broken Sleep Patterns
Broken Sleep Patterns
