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The Uknown
The light is coming up, I'm looking down, The world is lit up, I'm with a frown. I gaze at those eyes, i then realize, that I'm the unknown, I am the untold. The feelings rush in, i rush out, holding my breath, with all these doubts.
The world is spinning, I can't make it stop, It's driving me crazy, I'm about to pop, into another dimension, the untold. I'm going crazy, cause I'm the unknown, walking down the street, with no meaning. I'm just singing, and leaning, on this wall.
I gaze at those eyes, I then realize that, I'm the unknown, I am the untold. The feelings rush in, I rush out, holding my breath, with all these doubts.
I reach in, and pull out, the feelings inside, wondering what they'er about. I climb into the shadows, into the dark, I hear some singing, from a lark.
I gaze at those eyes, i then realize that, I am the unknown, I am the untold.
The unkown are the untold.
and for those who dont like this...o well... i dont want to hear it...if you like it...cwl...comment if you like...not saying if you want to... i just wrote these lines for my guitar class using feelings i had...
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