Send away for a priceless gift
One not subtle, one not on the list
Send away for a perfect world
One not simply, so absurd I
n these times of doing what you're told
Keep these feelings, no one knows
Whatever happened to the young man's heart Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart
Chorus: And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45, Swimming through the ashes of another life
No real reason to accept the way things have changed Staring down the barrel of a 45
Send a message to the unborn child
Keep your eyes open for a while
In a box high up on the shelf, left for you, no one else There's a piece of a puzzle known as life
Wrapped in guilt, sealed up tight
What ever happened to the young man's heart Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart
CHORUS
Everyone's pointing their fingers
Always condemning me
And nobody knows what I believe I believe
CHORUS
~*~".45" Shinedown
Ok so I haven't posted in about, um, a million years. There's so much to talk about, and no time for it all.
Well I'll just say that yesterday I met a Broadway producer and it was uber cool and exciting. Long story for another day. But anywho.
Actually I g2g. So hopefully I'll post again soon! Maybe tomorrow, if I miss school again. Because I am sick! woot woot. not really. hah. *tired*
Love to all cause love is good!
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To days of inspiration playing hookey making something out of nothing the need to express to communicate to going against the grain going insane going mad. To loving tension, no pension to more than one dimension to starving for attention hating convention hating pretention. Not to mention of course hating dear old mom and dad. To fruits, to no absolute to absolute, to choice to the village voice to any passing fad. To being an us for once instead of a them. La vie boheme.
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