Lyrical Bonde - aka The not so much of anything
Please don't accept the holiday melancholy
Hold that urge to drown it with the fluid, holy
I know, like many with me, the strength of putting the strains only
I for one thou don't use that method
I dig deep inside to survive
To see a hope I deprive my senses of total honesty
One would say that’s not good, I stay alive
One would say don’t live in a zone so moody
Well! You are welcome to change with me
To fail has been a normality of living
Success is something else, I don't know
Holding it up for me is when I’m not crying
Epidemic misjudgment around me holds a claw
The fanfare is there to capture, mine is untuned
Did ask the trumpet man if he could wiggle it a bit
He told me to stand in line, the one where the happiest person was bulimic
I did not argue, I argue the normality in this for all to be seen
At least I got a place, which is something enough for me to be keen
Summer is over now the part when we kill ourselves is closing in
More exact then a submarine radar, how many will not sing, again
This the picture my eyes gives me, remember I restrain my honesty
Future is only something a minute later, mathematic crap really
Applause! Made it thru another writing-bug, well wait patiently for the next story.
Some people consider me crazy. I don't like that word.
It leaves a acrid taste when spoken.
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