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Unfired Clay Figurine

Contributed by the_unknown on Monday, 26th July 2010 @ 03:09:05 AM in AEST
Topic: toughstuff



They told me it was stupid
They said I wouldn't be the same
They showed me what would happen
And I denied it, all the same

I forgot the lessons they taught me
It felt less important, then
Now I'm stuck re-teaching myself

I'm craving the sober life
But I'm young and foolish
Just getting caught up in the moment, right?

I'm peeling back my skin, afraid of looking in

My memory just blends together now, like
I can't remember whether it was yesterday or tomorrow
But tomorrow never comes

Mould me, create me
Why would I care?
My mind is here for the taking
Shape it how you like
There's nothing I can do
Today

I'll swallow my words and one by one inside my head, we'll rehearse a scene
Then I'll think it's best just to have thought, so there's no use of me spilling my guts
You'd just have a mess on the floor

I won't let you see the colors and I know
You won't guess the words
Today
And I'll think to myself...

Tomorrow's the day I'll start over
Tomorrow's the day I'll grow up
Tomorrow's the day I'll make things right
Tomorrow is the day I will be me
Tomorrow's the day I'll be sober forever
Tomorrow's the day I'll stand and fight
Tomorrow's the day I will mould my own mind
Tomorrow's the day...

But tomorrow never comes



Copyright © the_unknown ... [ 2010-07-26 03:09:05]
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