| But you, you were my favorite |
Jan. 18th, 2006|04:41 am |
This problem with living you've convinced yourself you have is all in your mind.
You once knew, without thinking, what the right thing to do was.
Since then your perspective has changed, clashed with itself again & again on top of each other until there is no clear cut winner.
So accept defeat. Become quick on the trigger again. At least you won't stand still with the future looming on your shoulders, weighing you down.
It's the only way to stay ahead, make the choice before overanalyzation sets in.
Make it now.
"Good eye sniper
Now I shoot, and you run
The words you scribbled on the walls
With the loss of friends, you didn't have
I'll call you when the time is right
Are you in or are you out
for them all to know the end of us all
Bye, bye beautiful
Don't bother to write" |
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