justin byerline

This world is filthy
It's time to take out the trash
Turn it to ash
So it wont be infectious
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Taking a tour through insanity
a trip of nostalgia
glances of faces
and places gone by
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All i have to do is leave a mark
just a mark, even a small one
And then my life would be alot more meaningful
and less meaningless
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Let it go
Let it flow
Watch the grass grow
Insted of falling back
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Give me a new way
To the dawn of a new day
FInd me a hoe
Hope her name isn't Joe
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Sometimes the only way to feel better
is to air our feelings
even if it is just to a piece of paper.
after all, a piece of paper can be more forgiving
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No one knows
where the old road goes
but we know where it comes from
as the cold wind blows
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when you spend your life fearing death
you'll spend your death hating life
carpe diem
drunk and alone
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That feeling went away
but now its back again
like a terminal disease
this feeling will never end
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The hour of the wolf is over!
we made it.. so it seems
one more day...
what will we do...
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You'll write me off alright
like some stranger in the night
some have said i am fake
and will kill anything i can take
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Destroy your remorse
and you will live a regretless life
until then you will regret everything
that everyone else has labelled as wrong or imoral
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While you sleep
i have room to think
and take a drink
wondering why i was so mad
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If you have been inspired
by this chicken scratch
that came from this lad
drunk and tired
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He aked himself
'am i insane'
as he brushes his horse maine
'or do i just like to create'
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Grave yards
slave yards
a pile of leaves
a pile of thieves
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One night i was laying there
and my girl walked in
since then i havent felt so down
she smiled at me
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I am writing with a pencil
and a peice of paper
because soon i will need a staple
to hold this book together
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My subconcious stares back at my past like a painting in the sixteenth chapel
Like something was left behind and its telling me to go back and get it
Though both my subconcious and my concious existence know i cannot
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tell me you are free
and I'll tell you you're a liar
to be truthful would be to take a different road
then that of your politician or parent
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