Dead Flowers By Paul England

I hate these fucking lines the ones that tell the truth these lines that tell the world about my misplaced youth lines of yesterday still playing in my head brother on the bed left me feeling dead. dead by 21 thats what the teachers said but damn I'm 29 and I'm not fucking dead you see it's not the way you fall it's the way you stand back up this world still sleeps in doubt but I don't give a fuck I'm letting lines define my every single tear lines they got me feeling like the lord is far too near for my stone will hold no words for I leave them to my lines with dead flowers on the grave of a life that lives in rhymes feeling like a line my heads a fucking mess my mind is feeling weak this is how I feel today the truth in words I speak my body's in cold sweats I keep waking in the night food has no appeal and my stomach feels so tight a thousand single thoughts running through my brain I need a fucking joint it's driving me insane my emotions in a mess craze's in my head my lady's upstairs in despair laid crying on the bed I fell a-fucking-gain and the wagon kept on rolling these walls keep falling in while the weed just keeps on calling I beat this shit before and I will be this shit again today the truth was told in these words from out my pen

Copyright ©2007  Paul England

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