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Words for book wormsWords for book worms
Samurai said: "in the first place I didn't ask for your help, but I will take it
cause my intelligence is measured in ways that make no sense
if the rest are indifferent but youre belligerent I see no purpose
for the mud soked page that states my love for you in red ink
so I crumple it, I stumble with the thought that leaves my brain bleeding
and I see youre in need, I see youre the one in need and not me
look closely, I have a treasure in the center of my heart, but it's getting dark
and I know with the lights off you'll think no one is home, it's true
and if you look closer you'll see the imperfections of my heart strings
they're worn thin from all the plucking, and so I cry, I cry for you
it's true, I feel the fall that took the breathes of Americans on 911
and when they got to heaven god sent them back for being American
I walk through the silent riots of daily failures that I bring on myself
but I know that if I praise god my life will be better, or will it
so I was there and you were here waiting for an appology, none given
and if you ask again I'll tell you to invision the passion of poverty living
I have nothing, I am nothing and if I won't be anything than I'll be nothing
but nothing is something to someone somewhere, my point is nothing
and if you can't follow I'll talk to you tomorrow, or yesterdays tomorrow
which is today, but today is tomorrows yesterday, and that's what I say
to make the mind race, and the heart pace to try and immitate the brain
puppets and canabals are across the globe but no one knows why
and no one wants to die but we do, and if we do we rot...
we rot like words for book worms in the pages of a sour self history
is it a mystery why the pilots fly drunk, or is it widley accepted
I live life too hectic, and when asked you'll hear a beep, leave a message"
