Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Dream
You're not really here,
We're not really fighting.
You're not really trying to beat my face in.
You're telling me you love me,
That you care.
You're saying you're sorry,
And now I know this isn't real.
You wouldn't cut yourself
Due to my anger,
Yet here you are,
Bleeding oceans on my carpet.
How did you get here,
You're not real.
Are you not real?
I'm feeling your regret,
Like heroine, your regret
Dances around in my veins.
It does the Harlem Shake in my veins,
And I feel my arteries convulse.
You're saying “I'm sorry,”
And I know this isn't real.
April 28, 2005
Suge
We're not really fighting.
You're not really trying to beat my face in.
You're telling me you love me,
That you care.
You're saying you're sorry,
And now I know this isn't real.
You wouldn't cut yourself
Due to my anger,
Yet here you are,
Bleeding oceans on my carpet.
How did you get here,
You're not real.
Are you not real?
I'm feeling your regret,
Like heroine, your regret
Dances around in my veins.
It does the Harlem Shake in my veins,
And I feel my arteries convulse.
You're saying “I'm sorry,”
And I know this isn't real.
April 28, 2005
Suge
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