tension builds beads of sweat frantic minds inquire tea is gone none is made 2 o'clock has rolled around "We missed the midnight train" softer now "We missed the midnight train" bloodshot eyes no one knows the stranger that enters depths of expanding minds no one cares that the wind has changed people never will a race of purity was never once and most likely never will
Reason for writing:
I was just tired one night, and I couldn't sleep. so i wrote
this, hoping that i would shed some light on my life...
umm..guess i thought wrong.
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