Delaurence23 Posted January 29, 2005 Share Posted January 29, 2005 The strum of the strings The ring of the notes All the sounds that make me float It touches my veins And makes my blood boil happily again My subconscious is the world of feeling That even under it all, it knows true meaning Know feelings can be hidden from its beautiful shape The size and weight are like a beautiful lady, a perfect date I dont know if I could ever have faith again after things I?ve felt and gone through But the song still seems to travel on without few Restraints or complaints, It is my drink, The midnight cigarette that I retrieve to calm my nerves I?m drunk again, telling all my lies Through the notes that I highly despise I let the words flow, and all the emotions go To fake that I am finally ok for show but we all know that i will die in the slow so you can play the sad strum of my strings...at the final ring... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yeawutever Posted June 26, 2006 Share Posted June 26, 2006 Funny in a way, not very creative!!!!!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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