Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

How Swell!

I'm still fleeing

Fleeing
     Fleeing
          Fleeing

In hopes that your arms
Will soon recieve me.

But I can only give you
An ounce of my love since
You swallowed my soul
And turned it into a piece
Of sh(i)t, well aren't
You gifted!

How (oh what is the word),
Swell! That you could
Take the time to hate me,
But not the time to
Understand me.

Please, I hope you open your eyes.
You have no idea what there is to see.

September 4, 2007
Suge


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