Total Posts: 119 Member Since: 2013 Location: None Ya Business
posted Thursday, January 25, 2018 2:39:17 AM Sitting here and staring at wind through the window Wondering where my life went.. wondering where my friends go? I wonder when my life ends.. where will I then go? Will I see the light when it comes to the end though? And itís been getting harder for me to write now a days When Iím not feeling proud of my life out the page I donít like to blend in rather take a flight out to space If being you was trending then I guess Iíd like to be fake I know Iím not one who should be giving advice Cause I got a lot of mistakes Iíve made with my life Regrets I donít like that Iíll never make right But itís best to push ahead instead of living in spite As I sit here and ask whatís the meaning of all this When It all comes back around like the season of August And all I ask is how to find reason and call it.. The need for believing in dreams you may accomplish
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Total Posts: 392 Member Since: 2017 Location: spacetime
posted Friday, January 26, 2018 3:27:47 PM Tight work. You communicated your thoughts. I relate. Use to falling on ya face. High stakes.
In the land of the living chasing the wind. Dropped in. Wasted 3 years. Now its time to get get busy.
Why did you pick August out of all the 12 months in the 14th bar?
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Total Posts: 11651 Member Since: 2001 Location: Multidimensional
posted Thursday, March 08, 2018 4:29:11 PM He's saying he keeps making mistakes... To fall... Like August...