Story of Mine
I'm really not sad,
It's this madness inside;
The lies i've never understood till now,
All piling up on the unswept ground.
It's still raining so hard outside.
It's the pain of understanding, that everyone has fallen down-
It's the way of seeing, The kindest always get shot down.
Theres this equation, a measurement of sorts-
That's telling me i'm worthless, bold type and clear as day,
They say it's about believing-believing what, that's ours to choose.
Sometimes all I dream of is leaving,
Leaving somewhere to go nowhere at all-
It's the path less traveled for a reason,
Its too easy to forget who you are;
A fugitive of your own personality,
living on the streets of your home town.
We'll research all history,
Thinking it's only a thing of the past-
Noting down all our achievements,
Placing them away alphabetized,
All the file cabinets won't fix,
The small kinks in our thinking-
Then we'll wander the streets,
And rethink our own paths,
Forget what they tell us-
We'll still just get lost and laugh.
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