Fall In The Mix
When did I learn to bite on my tongue?
I wish to go back and then leave it undone
I would run to the teacher and stop him for one
And for second I then might just block out the sun
So I can knock out the one who taught me this silence
The person who taught me this patience and quiet
This mature damn composure that some see as weakness
I’d erase it away and pretend I don’t need this
Cause I end up speechless when people start speaking
There’s nothing to say but they want to be speakers
Attention is craved and there’s no other reasons
For these people to think they should preach to their legions
The crowds of the leeches who can’t think on their own
So they laugh right along as they hope for a bone
For a string or a rope or a sign of acceptance
Blindly absorbing an asshole’s blind message
They’re lost in obsession, a desire and craving
To blend with the crowd, they aspire to fading
They’re liars in hating as they miss the big picture
They lose who they are as they fall in the mixture
Then friends fade away as they hate what they see
Another blank slate that’s erased of it’s dreams
And every damn day you can’t break from this scene
The four walls around you, the only friend seen
Notes: It’s pretty weak, I know. It started off one way and sort of evolved into another message. I just didn’t want to delete it.
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