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When all life seems like a broken dream
And every word you say isn’t what you mean
And somehow every thing fades away
And the gray gets closer day by day
You can’t help but wonder how you will end yourself.
Sometimes things are not what they seem,
So don’t trust your eyes and don’t trust me.
There is no turning back now, just listen to me,
But never trust me, sometimes the yellow brick road
Leads you to nowhere, sometimes things just cant be trusted
And the outcome cannot be predicted, and there is no such thing as perfect
And every thing is less than worth it. No, don’t trust your ears,
Be guided by fear, I warned you once dear, don’t trust what I tell you.
Sometimes the yellow brick road leads you straight off a cliff,
Or better yet to the edge and makes you diced weather or not to jump.
Remember the only way down is…. down!
Talk is cheep; it’s always on sale and it's always in season.
And the lies that you’re selling aren’t worth the crying.
You are screaming at nothing remind your self that
Nobody’s there, because nobody cares. It’s the yellow brick road
That leads you nowhere fast. And it takes you to the edge
But you cant go back, now tap your heels together and
Repeat after me, there’s no place like home, there’s no place…
Like Hell….
- by L3thal Ch3micalz |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/17/2008 |
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- Title: No Place Like Home
- Artist: L3thal Ch3micalz
- Description: another poem. hope you like it.
- Date: 11/17/2008
- Tags: place like home
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- shinitai666 - 06/12/2009
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