Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
A year ago, we were different people
It's been a year since all the memories were made.
It's been all black and white but it's starting to fade.
They eyes have been opened but now they are shut.
It has eaten my essence; it's created a rut.
Once upon a time was several recollections ago.
It was yesterday and today but those tomorrows are slow.
It has become a burden, once cigarette too many.
Every hour, every second, every strand is plenty.
All those plans that were subtly set aside
Have fallen off the edge, every world, all the pride.
July 26, 2006
Suge
It's been all black and white but it's starting to fade.
They eyes have been opened but now they are shut.
It has eaten my essence; it's created a rut.
Once upon a time was several recollections ago.
It was yesterday and today but those tomorrows are slow.
It has become a burden, once cigarette too many.
Every hour, every second, every strand is plenty.
All those plans that were subtly set aside
Have fallen off the edge, every world, all the pride.
July 26, 2006
Suge
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A year ago, we were different people
A year ago, we were different people
