Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
The Faraway Past
The past is but a
Stone's throw away,
And I am without
Pebbles.
It was simpler back then,
Remember? It makes
Me cry, that the
Past has died
Much like
Legendary rockers.
Take me back to when
I was happy.
Take me back into
The faraway past.
Take me back to when
Kurt Cobain was
Still alive and crooning
Through the airwaves
To me.
Those times were of bliss
And nothing could go wrong.
Now I feel like I should
Take a shotgun blast
To the face.
What an extreme end
It would be.
Reminders of me
Splattered for all to see.
March 25, 2007
Suge
Stone's throw away,
And I am without
Pebbles.
It was simpler back then,
Remember? It makes
Me cry, that the
Past has died
Much like
Legendary rockers.
Take me back to when
I was happy.
Take me back into
The faraway past.
Take me back to when
Kurt Cobain was
Still alive and crooning
Through the airwaves
To me.
Those times were of bliss
And nothing could go wrong.
Now I feel like I should
Take a shotgun blast
To the face.
What an extreme end
It would be.
Reminders of me
Splattered for all to see.
March 25, 2007
Suge
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The Faraway Past
The Faraway Past